Now you’re not my enemy, because you are a joke.
You thought when you abused me, that you had my spirit broke.
You didn’t, as you strengthened it each time I cried for more,
forcing you to find new methods, harsher than before.
You cannot rape your girlfriend, is that really what you think?
You resort to this technique, when I’m over the brink.
Here comes suffocation, then your two hands round my neck,
as I look at the steak knife you are holding, I’m a wreck.
There was a day when I felt low, and you had left the flat,
I took my clothes off, played for dead and felt like ‘that was that’.
I didn’t have the energy to plan my suicide,
but I had dived so close to it, before I touched the side.
Reluctantly I carried on, and gathered strength for more,
till finally I saw my chance for freedom, out the door.
