Maybe life will be easier,
If i just give up,
If Istop fighting,
And take the pain as it comes.
The more i fight,
the more pain i feel.
Maybe im just not meant to survive.
I might just be here to satisfy his needs,
be his human punching bag,
to be his distraction.
Should i live ?
Should I die ?
He asks himself.
He laughs as i whimper in pain.
Another hit to the chest.
Another kick to the head.
Another laugh from him.
Another cry from me.
I lie there emotionless
I try not to show my pain
But this angers him more
And the hits increase.
I scream for him to stop
I beg and I plead.
But he laughs sadistically
And continues none the less.
He lives for my pain
He decides my fate.
Will tonight be my last night ?
I think, hopefully ?
But no, he's not done with me yet.
