I remember the day we met
And we were both wearing jumpers
I never gave you the time of day
But you always seemed to know what to say
I cursed your sweet talks
they made me give you the to my heart
From the moment we left the aisle
I should have seen the signs
From your constant outbursts
To the late nights actions
I should have seen the signs
By my wrong definition of love.
That love wasn't an emotion
That was meant to suffocate me
Your oppression yielded depression
But you kept asking for more and more!
At a time when I could only give less
Was the demeaning thought
The I was nothing without you.
Forced me to be a perfect statue
I should have seen the signs
This isn't love,its obsession
A prom dedicated to domestic abuse in this decading era.
Every two in five women suffer domestic abuse.