Sticks and Stones

If this is supposed to be love
Why does it hurt so much
She’s not supposed to be shaking
And scared of his touch

She clutches her bible
And cries herself to sleep
She knows she should go
But she’s too scared to leave

His words also hurt so much
She thinks “sticks and stones”
Black eye after black eye
And 3 broken bones

And she used to be so strong
Independent and unafraid
Now like a self-consious  little girl
From the choices she’s made

She hears the key in the door
She’s as scared as she can be
By the time this night is over
She will be set free

She holds her bible even tighter
She hopes God will understand
She is now trembling even worse
With the gun in her other hand

She says a silent prayer to God
And wishes he was there to hold her
As he walks through the doorway
She pulls the trigger over and over

He never made a sound
Atleast not one she could hear
She almost wanted to hear his screams
Wanted to see his fear

She crawled over to his body
Never letting the bible go
She whispered in his ear
“There’s something I want you to know”

“I don’t regret what I’ve done
I may or may not go to jail
But God will be with me in that cell
While you burn and rot in hell!”

She crawled back up on the couch
Started rocking to her heartbeat
Closed her eyes and started crying
Then prayed herself to sleep……