Turning Point

I was once told by a friend,
"Leave him, it will be better in the end."

But I chose to stay, to "work things out".
This is what happened...a true account.

Screaming, punching, broken glass flies.
You stood in my face, you told me lies.

Who made you God? What gives you the right?
No, I will not walk away, Im ready to fight.

My body on fire, my senses peak...
Im stronger than you thought? YOUR just weak!

A waste of oxygen, lower than shit.
All I see is darkness as I begin to hit,

My mind races through shadows, what do I search for?
My fuel to fight...I dont love you anymore.

My blood runs cold, i no longer hear whats said,
All I want is one thing...you dead.

All goes black, my rage takes hold...
you never knew this was in me...that I could be so cold.

My beast awakened I no longer feel pain.
This is the end, you wont hurt me again.

Something snaps, I open my eyes wide,
the look on your face...like you wish you could hide.

Your feet off the floor,  my hands around your neck..
the fridge is broken, the front doors on the deck.

Who caused all this damage? What happened in the dark?
My sanity returning as a tiny little spark.

Your eyes full of fear, YOUR afraid of ME?!
i release your neck and this is what I see.

A coward of a man, a wife beating dick.
How could I have loved you? The thought makes me sick.

Two weeks without food, two weeks all alone,
you left me caged, without even a phone.

You left and partied, slept with another.
All I had to eat were Doritoes from my brother.

Now you realize a little to late,
rot in prison, it is your fate.

Being beaten by thugs? Abused by a man?
Ill squeeze out a tear if I think I can.




This is a true account of a fight that me and my first husband had...it was the first time I blacked out from anger. I lost it. The fridge, which I apparently hit, was cratered on the inside but the outside wasnt scratched...weird. The front door was taken off the hinges by me throwing him through it. I did have him off the floor by the neck and I would have killed him, had I not snapped and seen the look in his eyes....pure fear. I left a few months later. One more round of abuse that left me with permanent scars on my neck and a bruise the size of a grapefruit on my face where he tried to bite my cheek off.  He is a coward and a fool. He deserves any punishment that comes his way. I sit back, all the while, so glad I left when I did. Laughing at his fate....