The Bar Part Two

Hours later I stop crying
And determinedly wipe my eyes
I take a long deep breath
And stop wishing that I would die.

I have done nothing wrong
So I shouldn't feel this way
And I absolutely refuse
To sit here crying day after day.

I force myself out of bed
And take a look around the room
I gather my clothes slowly
And try to hide this sense of gloom.

I place the clothes in a plastic bag
And head towards the phone
I wish someone was here to comfort me
Wish that I wasn't alone.

My hands are trembling
As I dial nine-nine-nine
As I'm put through to the police
I reassure myself everything'll be fine.

The woman on the end of the line
Takes the basic details
I pray I'm doing the right thing
For I believe he belongs in jail.

She tells me she'll send someone over
and I quickly hang up the phone
I sit here silently waiting
Alone in this deserted home.

Soon I hear the doorbell ring
And I head towards the door
I wish I felt normal again
Instead of disgust at the core.

I tell them all I remember
I see sympathy in their eyes
I try my hardest not to
But I can't help but break down and cry.

After I've finished my statement
They tell me to try and get some rest
They'll be back early in the morning
And I'll have to take some tests.

Because I remember so little
Because I found out from my dream
They can not be sure of anything
Can not take things as what they may seem.

After they have left me alone once more
I slowly make my way up to bed
I close my eyes tight and try to stop
The thoughts flashing through my head.

I pray for sleep to take me fast
Even though I dread the morning light
For in the morning is when I'll find out
If everything is going to be alright.