I need to say my life has turned around today.
I know I'm lucky to be here.
Its been hard but I know I'm strong.
I can survive.
It's true the pain reminds me too.
When we first met,
I thought you were that one for me.
The dream too good be to be true.
We were young had no real experience.
Love was still a wild ride.
At first it was easy we had so much fun.
Then when you beat me, I knew you were scum.
You'd scream and you'd hurt me and treat me like dirt.
And all the I'm sorrys never changed a thing.
I'd never dreamed you could treat someone like this.
The broken bones convinced me quick.
Of course, you say you had the right to act this way.
Our love would triumph over all.
Why must I prove that I was abused?
The evidence is all over me,
Perhaps it's true that you were beaten and abused,
the pain is all over you.
It's never right to take it out on someone else and pass it on.
The lie of love is more abuse.
But I'm much better without you, finally rid of you.
The police say I shouldn't feel afraid just testify to end it all.
But they can't know the pain I feel.
I fear for my life every day.
The beating, the rappings, the treatment like shit.
Is it really so surprising she cut off his dick?