Was it something I did,
was it something I said,
I asked these questions,
as I lay in my bed
What was he thinking,
what right did he have,
to use his fists,
he was so mad
My body hurt,
my heart was aching,
deep inside,
I felt myself breaking
Did it make him happy,
did it make him feel proud,
to see me cringe,
on the floor as I bowed
I closed my eyes,
I felt so weak,
I did as he said,
I dared not to peak
He spoke with authority,
his hand I once trust,
then came down on me,
as he screamed and he cussed
What did I do,
to deserve such pain,
I felt his anger,
with every strike of the cain
At last he stopped,
the treterous fight,
but will he do it again,
there's a good chance he might |
Submission Name: Pain
