I’ve seen the cuts,
I’ve seen the bruises,
I’ve seen the marks he leaves when he looses,
But there is no way out.
I’ve held the razor,
I’ve counted the pills,
Listed the ways,
Numbered the days,
But there is no way out.
He has held me close,
He has pushed me away,
He does this to me almost every day,
But there is no way out.
He says he loves me,
He says he hates me,
If he does then why does he still ate me,
But there is no way out.
He might take me to the park,
He might lock me in the dark,
During those good days I think he has lost it,
But there is no way out.
I’m waiting for the perfect day,
The perfect way,
So that I may,
Just might,
Find my way out.
