Three months dating and he makes
you feel like you're always wrong
You feel guilty for having an opinion or think
of what he would prefer over what you want
Leave the boy!
Nine months together, one fight, two black eyes,
countless screaming matches
You wonder why you're still with him
You cry yourself to sleep wondering where he is.
Your stomach aches from bruises and
knowing eventually he'll come home.
You don't have contact with friends
or family anymore,
You haven't had a laugh in months
You're locked away, scared his demonic
Side will come out when people are around.
Making excuses for his behavior.
Leave the boy!
It's a year and a half
One kid, one on the way.
He stays at home all day, arguing and annoyed at everything you do.
You're scared for your children,
your face is pale and lifeless
Your body is a canvas where he creates his tormented art.
No longer yours, no longer in control
of yourself. His temper is shorter and you
live everyday in fear.
Leave the boy!
Two years after meeting and he's
crying over your grave.
Regretting his actions because he now
doesn't have his punching bag anymore.
He's still a boy, not by age.
You're now free of the depression
and sadness you were enveloped in after
losing your second child from that beating
that left you doubled-over.
The torture of hearing your son screaming for you, asking,
worried if you were going to die.
Free from the torment of the memory of your son's limp
body that cold night after too many beers.
Now two years and three months and you're looking
down and whispering to her shaking body "Leave the boy."
