I feel the pain as I fall to my knees. My heart aches and my soul bleeds. Why do you hit me day after day? I want you to stop, this I pray. You tell me you love me and to say it to you, but I just can't 'cus it's not true. So, you hold me to a wall, threaten me and let me fall. You hit me once, you hit me twice, you tell me to say it and you'll be nice. I want to say it for you to stop, but I just can't...I feel my pulse drop. I decide I have to say it, but right before I do, you throw me to the ground and tell me we're through. I'm actually happy when you tell me so, but you ask me out again and I'm afraid to say no. I feel the pain as I agree and pray to God that you'll see...I hate your abuse, it hurts inside. I'd rather everything you tell me just be a lie. But it won't happen, I know it so...I follow you wherever you go. Then, you get mad for not walking by your side, I say I'm sorry, I kinda lied. Then, when everyone's out of site, you tell me to always do what's right. You said if I don't they'll be hell to pay. You reminded me of this every single day. I did what was right, but it wasn't to you. So when you cut me, I didn't think it through...And as I went home, I tried to hide the pain. I covered the cuts and acted the same and as I layed in bed at night, I couldn't sleep, I was frozen in fright. What would the next day bring? I didn't want to know...but I closed my eyes and went to sleep. I woke up, and felt real weak. I decided I would tell you truth. That I hated you and that we're through. I knew the pain would be real bad and when I told you, I wasn't at all sad. Yeah, you hit me and tried to make me feel bad, but this time the blood didn't make me feel sad. This time, the blood made me thankful to hit the floor, because I knew it was the end. No more. No more.