Speak softly, he is near,
Hide beneath the dust.
Stop talking, he can hear,
Sit and slowly rust.
Close your eyes for another year,
Skin will pale to snow.
You think that he can sense your fear,
But he doesn't seem to know.
You're losing yourself with every tear,
Why haven't you left yet?
Sneak out the back, be quite my dear,
Just hope that he'll forget.
He gets angry if any eyes dare leer,
He tells you he loves you.
He whispered sweet nothings in your ear,
Yet you're still black and blue.
I'm trying to tell you and make it clear;
He's not going to change.
Clean up your face, that make-up smear,
Take your things and walk away.
They might blame it on the beer,
'It wasn't real assault!'.
But never look back, ignore your peers,
It was not your fault.
YOU ARE READING
The Catalyst To My Goodbye
RandomPoetry, probably some literature, and a whole lot of mess. Warning: themes of depression, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, sexual/domestic abuse, death, anxiety and loneliness.
