Cold floor on my skin
In between the oven and cabinets in the corner I hide
Kneeling in front of him
Crying with makeup running down my face please don't, please don't
He hits again.
But this time was different
The yelling was louder, the pitch higher
Walking back and forth in the house
His body shaking
Hands white from such a strong grasp on his grip
My hands were Turing white from holding on to the knife
This time I don't want to hide the bumps
Black eyes broken bones busted jaws.
Oh god help me.....
Silence came upon the house and I stood up to look for him
As I turned into to the living room he walked into my stance
Knife in one hand and gripped fist in the other
He was out of breath from beating me earlier
I knocked that mother fucker down to the floor.
Took the knife to his throat
See, see how it feels bitch
It felt good; it felt good to be in power
I stood strong
I stood my ground
My hand was in so much pain
But I stood up this time
