Chronicles of a voiceless victim

I let you in,out and inside of me.
I left you one two,too many times it's true.
Yet three four,for the life of me...I still considered you a part of me.

I watched your fist pierce my body,pools of blood pouring from my beat up pores.
I watched your hands break my skin faster than a razor blade,yet I stayed.
I watched you spit on my face with every disgrace and prayed with God's Grace I'd be out of that place.

Still I let you in,out and inside me.
I left you one,two,too many times it's true.
Yet three four,for the life of me...I still considered you a part of me.

Friends saw those wounds,black purple and blue.
Friends pitied the fool who wouldn't even sue.
What they didn't know was that I loved you.
What they didn't know was that I needed you.

I still remember the smell of your sweat as you kicked me all over the floor.
I still remember the smell of my blood as I wiped it off that wooden floor.
I still remember the roses you gave me to end my sorrow.
I still remember you saying it will get better tomorrow.

Once more I still let you in,out and inside of me.
I left you one,two,too many times it's true.
And three,four,for the life of me... I still considered you a part of me.

And now as I lay six feet underground,trapped and soil-bound I still love you...