BLACK AND BLUE He hates me and the clothes I wear, He shouts and pulls at my shinny hair. Tea on the plate, beer on the table, My life is hell and I’m disabled. My hobbies are gone and my nick-knacks too, If I’m seen near them he’ll hit me black and blue. On my own locked between four walls, I can’t even answer when my friends knock or call. I think about freeing my lonely soul, All this misery has taken its toll. But I am week and can’t end my hell, Locked away in a shattered shell. Please control your anger; control your fists, Remember the first time we met and kissed. I
Reason for writing:
Two many women abused by there partners.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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