The abuser abused..

by Emily   Jun 21, 2004


The Abuser Abused
Everyday i come home and find you chugging and chugging this substance that you say solves all problems of yours you have.
Did it ever occur to you that ever time you chug it puts another stab.
Another stab in my back, because as i sit there and I watch you, the words keep running in my mind.
"baby I'm gonna stop, baby i swear next week!' guess what i come home to and what i have to find?
A shot glass at your side, and a beer in you hand.
When i come through the door, you start to shout and i can only think to myself," i bet that he cant even stand"
I don't know why i stay and even bother with you drunken ass.
When i come back to reality, snap out of space, i step in broken glass.
I start shouting and yelling with every word i grow louder and louder.
I pray to god" why cant you let me back up, stand on my own cloud?"
All of the sudden i find myself on the floor.
I try to get free and run for the door.
He grabs me by my throat, says hes tired of my shit.
And that no longer will he put up with it.
He says that the only way it can stop is: and he picks up a knife.
I stand motionlessly and try to fight for my life.
He said that it is my fault that he is an alcoholic and that he drinks all the time.
He brings the knife closer, to my throat and says " ill show you, I'm gonna get mine"
He drags the knife across my throat, further and further he applies more pressure down.
I can no longer hear any sound.
All of the sudden i find it harder to breathe and when i touch my throat it feels all wet.
I try to scream "just let me go, i swear ill be nice, please just let..."
I feel the circulation get cult off, i feel that i am drifting away.
I hear him faintly and i think that he has something to say.
But by time the words come out of his mouth and he speaks what is on his mind.
I'm already up there and i guess i am with my own kind.
The kind that are free, and that don't have to worry anymore.
So i think i will just stay up here and have my own chance to sore.
When the police come i hope thats he is locked up for a million years.
Because for him i have shed a million tears.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Alyssa

    you are so good sorry but my bf thinks you are me. You are really talented.My dad did drink and he would scream to just live life to the fullest.Have a good day

  • 20 years ago

    by brin macnamara

    hi michelle. i work as a psych' nurse in the community in the uk. your words mean much more to me than than all the medical referrals i receive. You paint an aweful lifestyle and illustration of what booz does to people and their loved 1's.
    Keep the faith girl. yre in my thoughts.
    Brin.

  • 20 years ago

    by Michelle

    Well done, that was awesome. I'm sorry for the pain you mus be feeling. Stay strong. Love, Michelle

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