Abuse

I am standing here trembling
the blade going through my wrist
i find myself remembering
when my face first hit your fist
this will drain away all the pain
without a whip or a chain
you cant abuse me anymore
as i lie here on my bedroom floor
i am dieing but you do not care
as you reach over for the nearest chair
you sit and watch with a smile
you could be here for a while
an hour later you finaly decide
to move my dead body aside
as you go to walk out the door
you slip and fall to the floor
finally you got what you deserved
a place in hell kindly reserved