Domestically Violent Dickhead

Never did I ask for it
the situation had gotten away from me

Especially when I tried to talk to him
if only my feelings he could see

I had deeply cared for the sick fuck
that bashed my skull to the ground

Then he started to choke me
so I could not make a sound

Self defense classes never kicked in
Due to the fact that I was terrified of his evil grin

That same night he put a knife to my throat
and threatened to take my pathetic life

Good thing he never had a ring
and forced me to be his wife

If he had, I would have said yes
but only out of fear

Instead he gave me what he called a bitch slap
If I would ever shed even one tear

Always being told you had better learn
or next time the heat would really burn

The last time, he bound my hands
and bashed me a few more times

In my innocent and fucked up world
He was the most violent kind

Once I grabbed a blade, deciding to try and react
but he won, and  horrifically jammed it in my back

The scars are still there and when it all came to an end
The bastard actually whispered to me
that he wished he could still be my friend

All of this is long gone and finally fucking over
memories I wish would rot away and stay in the past

Its too bad those nightmares still live and breathe
They forever have my soul in their disgusting sinister grasp.

I pray and hope I will eventually
have the power to let this all go

What this asshole did to me
I will always try to hide and hopefully refuse to let it show