I'm growing weak
Week after week
Around my neck a string
My house now a ring
She whacks me
She won't let me be
I am strong
My arms long
She is stronger
Her arms longer
Listen,I can't share my pain
I am ashamed
Ashamed of what will become of me
Listen,I can't share my pain
I am afraid
Afraid that no one will hear my plea
Listen,I can't share my pain
I am scared
Scared of provoking the heartless she
I'm growing weak
Week after week
Around my neck a string
My house now a ring
She whacks me
She won't let me be
I am strong
My arms long
She is stronger
Her arms longer
Listen, I know her no more
She has turned into a beast
The present her I abhor
For she listens to her conscience the least
Behind our shut door
Misery has become my daily feast
I hate to hate what I adore
But with her hands curled into fists
Her mercy I'll forever implore
I am her rib donator
But, you can call me her punching bag
A gift to her from our creator
But you can call me her whacking bag
Call me her whacking bag
Call me her punching bag
It's me
It's the forgotten us
YOU ARE READING
IT'S YOU
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