... i only wanted him to stop
making me eat our bedroom walls
time after time AFTER TIME
A foundation for his crime
He found
This time perhaps
For who he saw leaving
Was to be my escape
Someone that did not
Think of me as a living
Punching bag and had made me
Believe there was a way out
That there was truly freedom
From the torture that was my life
I was finally going
To take the steps away from Hell
I had my bags packed and in my hands
When my husband walked through the door
His actions and ravings
Told me I could very well die
At his hands this time
I hit him with a chair
When he approched me for
What I believed could be
The last time I would be beaten
I ONLY meant to stun him
After all how many times
Had I felt the chair
Over my back
I lived to stand for
The next time
It was an ACCIDENT
... oh why will no one listen
Roses for my lady
To find strength to
Leave her prison walls
My someone would always
Say to me ...
How ironic
That now prison walls
Has become the remainder
Of what must now be
My lifetime
With NOTHING
... nothing
I can do to change it
Here I find myself today
Because strength was afforded
To keep myself from being killed
I should not have bothered
Behind these walls
I will exist
With only the memory
Of what might have been
A living death
I will spend here
The only human that
Ever cared enough to see
Will soon find
That a lifetime ...
Is an awfully long time
