When I'm Gone

You told me you were clean. You told me you were okay.

You told me that noone else could ever make me feel this way

You told me you were normal. You told me you were sane.

You told me in the characters of your life I was the main

You told me so many cliches. You told me things I'd believe straight away.

You told me I made your night turn to day

 

So why when I told you that I knew you werent clean

Did you get angry

And roar at my disbelief

 

Would a clean, okay, normal, sane, person act this way?

Would he scream at the character, in his life whom was main?

Would he ever, hurt the girl who made his night turn to day?

 

You punched you kicked you took me by the throat against the wall
You spat in my face and called me a w***e

Raking your fingers through my hair and trying to snap my neck

Spittle and hot breath mingling with sweat

 

"Will he touch you baby when youre alone in your room?"

I lie awake that night in my bruised gloom

"Will he miss you baby, when hes getting high in his room?"

I worried that night, in my heartbroken gloom

"Will you give him a shag baby, that you'd never give me?"

I cried that night, that my first he would never be

"Tell me who will love some b***h like you when I'm gone."

Reviews

[Secondhand Tink]

This is a very good piece very emotive and conveys images very well,
very very good ^_^

love you