Each day I tried so hard to run
Each day you pulled out the gun
As I walked out the door
You promised it wouldn't happen anymore.
Then the next day would roll in
And the abuse would begin again
I finally started to get tough
And tell you that I had had enough.
I quit wasting my tears on you
When you turned my body black and blue
The day I began to scream and shout
Is the day I kicked you out.
Now you have someone new
And you'll probably abuse her too
But I could care less
For I am done with your abusive mess.
~Jessica Lillian
written: May 8, 2007
