I grasp the ground so cold and wet,
It stings my red palms so damp with sweat.
I am on my knees recovering the fall,
There is no one around, no one to call.

His bitter voice still rings in my ears,
As I fight and fight to hold back my tears.
It’s happened before, but where do I turn?
His face, I still see, so cold and stern.

My clothes are bloody and ripped everywhere,
And I should’ve known that he just doesn’t care.
I feel his hands still on my throat,
Cold and alone; yet still I choke.

I need to go get her and we’ll both let go,
Of all the good feelings that he never showed.
For maybe once I’ll escape the pain…
And avoid his endless, overpowering reign.

I stand up and regain my composure,
I walk past the place and finally feel closure.
Looking up into the sky, for I wanted to erase,
The memories of his power, and visions of his face.

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