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When I open my eyes the first thing I see is you, when you tell me lies I try my best to make them true, my friends tried to tell me not to fall for your shh, but being the fool that I am what I deserve is what I get;

I should have left after the first time you slapped me across my face, but I talked myself into thinking that I was the one out of place;

When you told me that you loved me I don’t know why I believed it but when you raised your hand to beat me somehow I felt it;

The time that I spent loving you I could have used loving myself but you brainwashed me into thinking I could love no one else;

The tears that I cried and the blood that I shed was none other than that of a woman half dead;

The fights and the arguments were enough to make anyone ill, then finally I got tired of it and tried to overdose off pills;

While lying in the hospital I heard the nurse say “I’m glad I’m not her”, the tears rolled slowly down my face, I turned over and there you were;

You had my favorite kind of candy and the most elegant of flower but I felt my heart race as you sat there hour after hour;

The doctor came in and said “You can now be released”, I felt a sense of happiness and sadness because you were going with me;

Two weeks later the beating began again but this time I sad to my self “This shh has got to end”;

I ran to our room and pulled out your gun and fired the bullets until there were none;

The sounds of the sirens were ringing in my head and as I stood there shaking I looked down and you were dead;

Now let this be a lesson to every man, woman, boy and girl…abuse leads to death and death leads to an empty world.