Forestry 1 of 3

We'd get high than go on random drives Find secluded places, spend most of our time. some happy times. I'd dread the third day, knowing the monster in you would wake Take all that was good give nothing but hate. Being in your car on these days was a big mistake In my head I'd try and plan my escape, driving out to the forestry where my life you threatened to take. Running, tripping ripping my skirt cuts and scratches my legs hurt I find a place to hide I hear you yelling, your not in sight trying hard I silence my cries And hope this day, I do not die The abuse that haunts me The relationship that taught me ( no longer haunts me )