Missery

Every time I was with you,
I was sad,
I was scared,
am I suppose to be scared by you?
you always got mad at me for talking to my friends and not you,
you got mad when i wasn't with you.
you never did anything that I wanted to do.
you got mad when I got grounded,
when I had to go to bed,
to go to school.
whenever I was mad you,
would get an attitude and yell at me.
I would yell back,
You would hit me.
I would cry,
Grab my things and head to the door.
you would grab my wrist ans say "I didn't mean it."
I would believe you,
I would kiss you,
and leave,
with a bright red mark on my cheek.
My parents would be worried,
I just went up to my room,
and cry.
I never told my parents,
till a year into our relationship.
when you had me against the way,
your face inches from mine.
yelling,
and you hit me hard.
you carried me to your bed,
and did bad things that i thought you wouldn't
I went home bawling,
my parents set me down to talk.
I told them what you have done,
they told the police,
and you and I.
got a letter in the mail about our court day.
we went and you proven guilty.
Now here I am all happy again.
There you are behind the prison walls