She stayed in bed, helpless and sore.
Not a clue about who to tell, didn’t know where to go.
Disconnected from reality, finding ways to let it go.
Her mind often drifting off, her soul ripped and torn.
Her body battered and bruised, her face looked tired and old.
Her heart was broken with no will to live anymore.
He pushed her so far off, yet he still wanted more.
He treated her terribly, yet she couldn’t say no.
She knew he was wrong, he could never be right.
But she still couldn’t walk away, stayed right by his side.
With her heart still aching, her mind wandering by.
She stayed in bed, helpless and sore.
Crying her eyes out, wondering why.
Not a clue about who to tell, didn’t know where to go.
Disconnected from reality, finding ways to let it go.
Her mind often drifting off, her soul ripped and torn.
Her body battered and bruised, her face looked tired and old.
Her heart was broken with no will to live anymore.
He pushed her so far off, yet he still wanted more.
He treated her terribly, yet she couldn’t say no.
She knew he was wrong, he could never be right.
But she still couldn’t walk away, stayed right by his side.
With her heart still aching, her mind wandering by.
She stayed in bed, helpless and sore.
Crying her eyes out, wondering why.
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