My Escape

by Diana   Mar 2, 2006


I sit in this room
Its more like a prison
I have asked you to leave
But you never listen

I have tried to sneak out
But it always ends bad
You always find out
Then my face meets your hand

I have no more options
What you have done is worse than rape
I don't take any caution
Death is my only escape

I make you your dinner
With one ingredient more
You said you were feeling nauseas
They found you on the bathroom floor

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