Stand

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.