Please o please let me heal
From the abuse I would receive
Nobody was ever there for me
Something I did not believe
I was all on my own
My husband, he would punch and scream
My whole existence seemed to be
A horrible, horrible real life dream
Now it’s over
But not in my head
I’ve got to now figure out my life
But it’s late, I’ll go to bed
I’m really doing well right now
Except for the thoughts in my head
I’ll not let the thoughts bother me
I have it made, my husband’s dead
Whenever I have a troubling thought
I know what I will do instead
I’ll think of three pleasant thoughts
And enjoy the three in my head
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