I'll be honest, I don't even know how to begin;
To tell the story of a person you love, the pain within;
Knowing they've been hurt more than once, information too hard to swallow;
To see her wander these halls and deep in her mind, reminiscing the times and you know she'll wallow;
He is a monster, a disgrace to his parents and to our society;
He needs to be punished, he needs hurt and needs dealt with like a liability;
If it were up to me I would already be sitting in jail, checking away the years;
I would beat him until he was nothing but blood and tears;
Put him through pain that cannot be imagined, something from a movie;
Cause pain to him to make up for what he's done, believe me;
For her I fight the temptation to throw a punch at his chin;
He's frail and scared, but whether I hurt him or not, he won't win;
Justice will be found, maybe not this week or this month but eventually;
That's what it's like living in reality, justice may take forever but it'll come fortunately;
I have so much to write for, so much to say, yet I can't get the words to my mouth from my brain;
I look in her eyes and can see the pain or look at him in the halls and feel a fire inside me to end him, it drives me insane;
So much emotion from her to me, but there's nothing I can do but be there for her and make her happy;
As long as I can see a smile on her face or a glimmer in her eyes, I know I tried;
Helped as much as I can, even if I have to hold her as she cried;
That's love I guess, always there no matter the cause
Doing it for happiness and a smile not for an applause.
