Flowers

This is from a women's reality, sick of these women not having a voice

I look at him, this isn't a guy
I recognize
Beat me to a pulp that I couldn't see out of my eyes
What a difficult morning to break the ice
Because it was last night
That you was sorry for the hundredth time
Flowers isn't going to stop the punishment for 24 hours
As the blood showers
Gets paranoid at unbuttoned trousers
Holding me in defeat doesn't give you more power
You coward
We was giving each other high fives
Had a high sex drive
Now he imagines being on top with a knife
Am I getting out alive
Stop hurting me, we shouldn't collide
Why has the Grim Reaper arrived
I hate what you have done, of course it's to late to apologies
I was lucky to survive
Wasn't I
People look at me and ask me when did the women inside you die
I don't know just ask suicide

She said, it's not my birthday why you buying me flowers It's not our anniversary, why you buying me flowers It's not Mothers day, why you buying me flowers It's not valentines, why you buying me flowers She said, it's not Christmas, why you buying me flowers We was never going to blossom

The guilt is eating you up
Screaming enough
He said I'm in for it until he gets put in handcuffs
All this love undone
Just like that, were dwelling on how it begun
I'm predicting the outcome
I'm face down with my shattered teeth and cheekbones
Anyone?
Can you help? he threatened me with the gun
Even the shrink couldn't get us to discuss
I choose him over my family, what have we become
He got down on his knees
And pleaded that I take him "please"
This is your idea of being tough
Then go and find another punching bag, he pressed on the clutch
Were heading for the corner of that house, I'm sick of this stuff
I'm calling his bluff, I'm scared now of the slightest touch

She said, it's not my birthday why you buying me flowers It's not our anniversary, why you buying me flowers It's not Mothers day, why you buying me flowers It's not valentines, why you buying me flowers She said, it's not Christmas, why you buying me flowers We was never going to blossom

I remember when he first raised the bunch of flowers, I mean fist
I was knocked out and had swollen lips
4 month in we adrift
I didn't think 5 years later it would end like this
The more I try to resist
He got that evil look in his iris as my spirits starts to lift
"You've gone and done it now"
His moods shift
And pounced on me quick
He told me to keep quiet or they wouldn't know I exist
I question him why it happens, he mentions a descending red mist
He wanted to keep the violence silent
Acted like we was in private
He just kept me in hiding
This is why I sit staring at the mirror and start to slit my wrist

She said, it's not my birthday why you buying me flowers It's not our anniversary, why you buying me flowers It's not Mothers day, why you buying me flowers It's not valentines, why you buying me flowers She said, it's not Christmas, why you buying me flowers We was never going to blossom Oh its the day of my Funeral it's ok to buy me flowers