hurt

I Laid Here In This Hospital Bed, Trapped For Weeks On End, Suffering Like No Other, Because He Hurt Me, Torn Me Into Pieces, When I Found Out He Cheated, He Came Home And Beat Me About, Just Knowing I Was Gonna Die, I Hate The Feeling I Get Now, When I Think Of Him, Now I Sit Here In This Bed, With Knife Wounds And Gun Shot Wounds, All Over Me, I Dont Wanna Live This Way, Will Someone Just Kill Me, Or Pull The Plug, Please. . . . . . .