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Battered Behind the Glass

My jaw may be broken but
I still love my bleeding smile
Sometimes I think back on the
little things that made it all worth
it, but it is all over

We used to love each other
and sex on the regular but
I never thought I would turn
black blue. Why don't you love
me anymore babe?

Our friends see love in us. So why
do I feel so empty; no love within me
I want to go somewhere that is home
What would my mother think if she
knew? Oh someone help me

Marry him they said. Happiness means
nothing they said. Damn them for their
thoughts; my hell began when I said those
grim words. Make up and rouge on my lips
hide my love and war scars

Broken nose and arm remind me of
the days I tried to leave.
'You love making me angry don't you'?
Is that his way of justifying his actions?
I was in hell and drowning in fire

I had to go, but not before I made things
right. Smith and Weston helped me end
the blackened eyes and bloody mouths
No I'm sorry's, no more ER visits, no more,
no more, NO MORE!!!!!

That night I cleaned everything and waited
for my darling wife beater to come home
I met his arrival with champagne and me
in a red cocktail dress; perfect for this occasion
Tonight as all about him of course

He kissed my cheek and took a glass from
the table. My spine tingled as I tried to keep calm
I let him sit on the couch after telling him I had a
surprise. All the pain rushed into my eyes as I
raised the gun to his head

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang. He
deserved the deadly seven. I was so happy I
cried. 'See babe, you're not the only one who
was angry' I said. Something about that night
made me know I deserve to be happy

I left that house with my life and found
freedom later.Maybe this is what girls
dream of while searching for that
some what happily ever after.
Yeah, right