you lift me from the floor
you tell me "my pretty little doll, don't cry no more"
i cry even harder
that's when you hit me even more
telling me " can't you see that i love you?"
while my body hits the floor
i wake up
blood running down my toes
i get up
praying you are not at the door
i need to get help
but my heart won't let me go
it keeps telling me you are a good guy, that i'm the one with a problem
and that,
you are not
