The clutching hands of darkness 
pulled me down to its sinking 
depths.
And night after night I sat 
and wept,
Wishing that he could understand 
that what I needed most 
Was a good, loving man.
I wished that he could've seen 
that my shattered heart was Aching
And that my body was to be cherished, 
not for the taking.
That his words were more 
of a slap than the fists 
He threatened to use.
I felt lost and so confused, 
Unsure of what I should do.
But I knew that it couldn't go on 
anymore
So I took my stand 
and walked out the door.