I give you all my love,
but all you do is push and shove.
I cook and clean your house,
but you still make me feel like a louse.
So many jobs on top of this all,
you manage to make me feel so small.
You blame me the money doesn't last,
so each time you hit me it's like a storm blast.
You say it is all my fault,
but did you ever give me a thought?
I cook and clean for you,
I gave you not one child but two.
I stuck with you through thick and thin,
even though I know you have sinned.
I trusted you to hold my heart,
NOT to rip it apart.
Don't you see through my fears,
hearing your temper voice is what I fear.
So listen to me hear my cries,
this gun is my last goodbye.
by pj5
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Submission Name: "Goodbye"
