Her cheek is scratched,
her neck rung red,
her earrings torn out,
for hours it bled.
She sits and cries,
I show my love,she's in pain,
pushed and shoved.
her moms a drunk,
just so discouraging,
along with care her hopes are sunk.
I wish there was more that I could do,
all my love,
I want to prove.
I hold her close as we both cry,
I know inside,
she thinks of suicide.
I will not fail at keeping her safe,
I don't want her to die,
she has to have faith.
It's all russian roullette in her head,
but in this case,
she wants to be dead.
I know how she feels,
I thought I was abused,
from what I've seen,
it seems I was confused.
