With a hollowed out log
One filled with angry words,
mean names, feelings ne're
expressed
I beat you girl.
Senseless little waif of nothingness
filled with the thoughts of
a
true woman, but not half the
heart.
I beat you
to make you realize
what you've done
who you've hurt.
You've hurt yourself, not only,
but him as well.
He who you've loved
and do still.
He who cared for you
and you happiness. Him.
Maybe these bruises,
cuts, and half broken limbs
will show you,
will open your eyes to reality.
Your poison can kill little
girl.
Use it wisely.