Just stab me in the front.
I wont even notice.
Just stab me in the front
I am just an untrained Novice.
You speak to me with passion.
You Speak to me with knives.
Why do you hate me?
Why must you lie?
That bottle in your hand.
You dont know who to choose.
I wish You would just stop the anger.
And get rid of all the booze.
You say you would like both.
Am I up to that beer?
Am I up to that High
That vodka gives you with cheer.
I feel like I am the bottle
and you just shatter me on the ground.
I dont know what to do
When you say your going out.
I dont know what your doing
I dont know what your drinking.
I stay home wondering why
and what the fuck was I thinking.
You come home and you argue
On why dinner isn't prepared.
I just look around and you give you
some of our daughters share.
You laugh and spit at me
Calling me a whore and a slut.
You punch me and you throw me
Why Am I getting these cuts?
Why does love hurt,
why does it hurt this bad?
Well You know big guy,
its time for you to pack your bags.
-Brittany Stevens
I found it so closely resembled what happens in some abusive relationships,
that I asked it the author if I might use it - she kindly agreed.
Thank you B~.
