OH GOD, WHY?!
HURT ME
God, tell me what did I do?
I am afraid.
I know there has be a reason.
I am afraid.
I’m feeling like a prisoner who just committed treason. I am afraid of him. I wake up everyday with stress and pain
12 STEPS (DIRECTIONS) Damn, there’s a fork in the road— Eastbound, Westbound, Northbound, Southbound— In which direction do I move On these cracked and shaky grounds? Money in a billfold with change to spare— I can go anywhere, but end up nowhere. Can this life of mine get any better? Yeah! OK? If you say so. It’s like trying to predict the weather— Never sunny, just dark grey clouds— I rarely want anyone around. Turn me inside out so I can see the other side. This is something I will never hide. And as the light turns green, let the wind guide me. As the light turns green, Just let the wind blow and guide me. Only the strong survive and the weak will die. To have a drink actually stays out of my mind. Eastbound, Westbound, Northbound, Southbound.
I am afraid of her.
and it seems extra heavy—let it go away. I can’t think, eat, or sleep—just fatigued, tired, and weak! My life was like the sun—bright, shiny, and warm—it made a U-turn and everyday feels like a windy, nasty rainstorm.
He tells me he loves me. She tells me she hates me. He tells me it is for my own good. She doesn’t know how bad I want to choke her.
When it came to getting dressed you couldn’t touch me—
He took me to the hospital.
pressed shirt, tie, slacks, and shoes.
She wants me to put her in the hospital.
Now it’s just a T-shirt, baggy jeans, and boots. I’m dying inside—my life I just want to lose.
He told the doctor I fell down the stairs. She told the police I hit her for no reason.
I really don’t want to die. I’m just tired of this life. Marks and scars on my body and face—I rarely come outside
I went back to him.
because I’m very vain and I feel disgraced.
I went back to her.
My body has taken a toll that’s been very frightening. Lord, just strike me down, please, with a bolt of lightening.
He told me he would kill me the next time. She begged for me to hit her.
But as I wake up another day and I cry, I sit back and think and wipe my eyes. Is there a specific reason I live like this?
I pleaded for my life. I begged for her to stop pushing me.
I look up for an explanation and ask, Oh! God why? Just let me die!
I can’t breathe.
But to live another day, I will try and survive!
I wish she would stop breathing.
And I say again, Oh, God, why? Too late. I’ve lost my life.
Michael L. Snead
Too late. I’m doing life behind bars.
I always thank God I’m still around!
Diane Dawson Michael L. Snead
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