Bruises of Many
Fourteen years old and leaving all I knew, good bye country life..bring on the new
started off good, but what did I do
I was falling apart, and it was all because of you...
Here comes another drink so Ill get high to ease the pain
for I know when she gets drunk her temper goes insane...
Please can you help me, shes beating me again
my body has been full of bruises since I cant remember when...
Her hand is on my throat, Im thrown against the wall
why hasnt anyone called the police, please just make the call...
Eightteen years old, Im out on a date
my mother picks a fight, cause Im a half an hour late...
She pulls my hair till Im on the ground
then gets on top of me to smack me around...
My hair comming out in patches, blood blisters on my face
my mother beat me up again, and I feel like such a disgrace...
You can bring a horse to water, but you cant make it drink
you can bring a criminal to order, but you cant make him think...
You may tell me that you love me, but yet you make me cry
Im hiding in a corner, just wishing I would die.
Rachelle Thompson-MacTavish
