You knock I say ok come in . How are you doing and how have you been .now you are mine not forever agin. Let me torture myself and fall on my knees . don't leave agin . stay please . bruises on my face you put them there who els would want me . after you ripped out all my hair . One of my eyes is black . and my neck is stitched just got back from the hospital. I took another one of your hits . don't leave me stay I beg you I pray . I'll wait Intel she leaves and then go,s away then you will come back and I'll be hole agin taking it all , taking it In
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What's life
PoetryLife is a dark scary place whare we are forced to live and so I give u my poetry to share my take on it
