YES

Yes he's back yet again
And its only half past ten
As he walks in through the door
He grabs and pushes me to the floor

Its been going on for 15 years
So much pain so many tears
I lay there looking at the clock
Staring, waiting for him to stop

It seems to last for so long
I cant wait till he's gone
I clean myself up
He's enjoyed his fuck

I go upstairs for a bath
He goes home, he has a laugh
I cut myself i cannot cry
I bleed, i just cant wait to die.

DAR

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