Short plea for help

by Mild insomnia   Oct 28, 2004


The sunlight creeps through the window,
And your music from last night still echoes,
Through my head,
Through the cuts upon my cheekbone,
And your words just refuse to leave me alone,
The things you said.

I sit against the wall, still broken,
With my head laid upon my hands,
To live through this all, and not have spoken,
I daren’t speak, won’t take that chance

You said you loved me before,
And you promise that you will forever more,
So explain,
So tell me why you have to hurt me,
And mentally, psychologically and physically
You cause such pain.

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