The Help Will Never Come
The Help Will Never Come
Every time he comes
He shuts my mouth
Hands made of iron, he has.
Every time he comes
He tears my flesh
Nails made of iron, he has.
But there are no scars on my body .
There are no scars on my body
I've myself surrendered to him.
Today again,
I've uncovered my bosom,
I've undressed myself,
Opened my thighs and felt the pain.
What kind of control he has?
I never scream
My tears dry inside my eye
I don't make a movement against him.
My arms don't work
My nail lose its sharpness
My teeth is numb
My legs don't kick him out
Time stops .
My soul is stuck in between... .
And every time when it is over
I ask God "please help me get rid of him"
But how? He's my Husband.
My husband!