colors

  Black and blue is the color my skin; the red comes with the blood from me at every days end. If tomorrow never comes, that would be fine with me; for I am sick of the pain, of theses bruises that’s  turn to yellow. This is the gruesome situation I’m in; I’ve grow tried of all the beating, and the wounds to my heart. As my hair turn to gray, I have to lived with these batters everyday; for your compassion has left your hands.  I’m so afraid of you now; I’m  feel like I am not good enough to live. As the memories’ of our love turn  my heart into broken  glass; shattered to pieces for  I’m  in this all alone; as I see you crack the bottle wants again. I hide in the shadows, as I can feel the swelling starting all over again; I wonder what I have done there is nothing I can do, as I turn black an blue the colors all run together; and I fucking hate you, to the biter end.