I Want My Life Back
Fighting Domestic Violence
By Kat GarciaPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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I could still hear the screams
And see the beer in his hand,
As he tried to step closer
He could barely stand.
So he gave me that look
That eats at ur soul;
He said, “you’re no good,
Just an ugly whore.”
I felt the tears down my face
As I tried to get away,
But he grabbed my hand and said
“I have one more thing to say,”
Without batting an eye
He said “Hope you burn in Hell.”
I snatched my hand
And said “you as well.”
That night as I laid in bed
And cried myself to sleep,
first I prayed to god
That my soul he would keep.
I was done feeling ashamed,
It’s my life I want back.
Screw that man,
It’s my turn to attack.
That morning I packed all my bags
And said goodbye to this house
I refuse to let him win,
I won’t be known as the dead spouse.
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