I’m feeling a little bruised
a little rushed a little used
when you turn your whip like tongue on me
a little crushed and very confused 

when you say that I’m not worth it
yet you keep on coming back
I decide that I’ll stick with it
and then you call me slack 

yes I’m a sucker for punishment
my friends all tell me that 
but really I’m a sucker for nourishment
I pray for it after every spat

I hate you and I love you 
I tell you and relent
then you diss me and you kiss me
never knowing what each one meant 

you don’t hit me or spit on me
you don’t go out with another
you just discard me like a soiled rag
whenever you think I’m a bother

then you take me back when it suits
knowing you'll always have the boots
to stand over me til I breakdown
to abuse me when I meltdown

I crave to be better, yet I'm a weak nag 
always with one hand reaching for an escape bag
but I turn back from every open door 
I pathetically keep coming back for more

then as I slide down every jamb
lamb to slaughter, slaughtered lamb
self esteem slides with me, to the floor we sag
and I gag and I gag and I gag

I see myself for what I have become
I know I'm not the only one
It isn't something helpful to know
others also powerless if they stay, powerless to go