Dear Friend

I wish I had a name to put to this word friend
But as I search my brain I find none in the end
I need to talk but there's just no ears to listen
So I fill these empty lines as I have so often

I can't believe the man who loves me can treat me so badly
Especially when it's him I could love so madly
Maybe he doesn't love me or maybe he wants to and can't
Or maybe he believes he does and therefore just takes a chance

He wakes me by barking my name every morn
No touches nor endearments, and sometimes blasts from his horn
Some mornings he yells at me for not hearing him whisper
But with his friends, he laughs and jokes which gives me such a burr

He says I look miserable but that's because I am
That's his excuse why his treatment of me is damned
Only one thing today has he said which wasn't a request
Then he leaves without a good-bye, where to I can only guess

He treats everyone in his life better than me
Making plans before ever talking to me
He curses and calls me all kind of names
And when anything goes wrong, I get the blame

He keeps all kinds of Debbie's things around
And her calls just cut me right into the ground
When he refers to her he uses endearment
But me he calls by my name, what an embarrassment

When he's horney and wants his libido soothed
He gets upset because first I want the waters smoothed
He doesn't ask me what I want or how I am
Or what I might want because he just doesn't give a damn

He respected Debbie by not seeing or talking to Pam
But when I asked he says "kiss my ass" which I obviously am
I've tried many times to hold him, cuddle, or kiss
But he gives me the cold shoulder so it's something I miss

He repeatedly claims he hates his life
So he must hate everyone except possibly his ex-wife
Everything is as he wants it, the fan off or on, or singing yes or no
When the TV is off or on, whether we're making love yes or no

There's no regard for my wants, needs, or desires
And I've never been through so many hell fires
Most of the time he simply ignores me
And how he's hurting me he just refuses to see

Well dear friend you've heard most of it
And I'll just bet I've made quite a hit
The truth you should now plainly see
So what good words do you have for me

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You are listening to Dark Side by Eddie and The Cruisers.
I have such an eclectic taste in music that it is hard for me
to pick just the right song but this one seems appropriate.
I really like the movie and the music but this site
is about my slip into the dark side!

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Please do not recreate any of them without expressed permission from me.
My inspiration was my pain and as such is quite personal.
It is my soul that is bared through these words.

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