lc23tina's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Why Do We Stay, My Lump....I Am Scared* *Why Do We Stay?....And My Lump...I am just too scared!* Early this morning when I had shot off the couch and wrote the previous entry, I had a method to my madness like I always do. This time it laid in the song that I listed. Here are the lyrics (provided by -www.lyrics.com-) TWO BEDS AND A COFFEE MACHINE
And she takes another step Slowly she opens the door Check that he is sleeping Pick up all the broken glass and furniture on the floor Been up half the night screaming now it's time to get away Pack up the kids in the car Another bruise to try and hide Another alibi to write Another ditch in the road You keep moving Another stop sign You keep moving on And the years go by so fast Wonder how I ever made it through And there are children to think of Baby's asleep in the backseat Wonder how they'll ever make it through this living nightmare But the mind is an amazing thing Full of candy dreams and new toys and another cheap hotel Two beds and a coffee machine But there are groceries to buy And she knows she'll have to go home Another ditch in the road You keep moving Another stop sign You keep moving on And the years go by so fast Wonder how I ever made it through Another bruise to try and hide Another alibi to write Another lonely highway in the black of night But there's hope in the darkness You know you're going to make it Another ditch in the road Keep moving Another stop sign You keep moving on And the years go by so fast Silent fortress built to last Wonder how I ever made it ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Here is why I thought about it: I live in a house/apartment I have the upstairs of the house which is actually really big, and a woman about my age 23-25 lives down stairs with her (boyfriend) and two small children. They are constantly fighting, screaming, banging...She is always crying and telling him to leave her alone...you can hear the kids crying...I feel so awful for them. I have wondered how much more is she going to take before he kills her os something, what kind of power does he have over her to belittle her in front of the neighborhood when they are outside. But the police come at least once a week, and he still ends up back in the house, and they start again. I want to punch that asshole, and then I want to scream my fool head off at her, why? Why would she stay with someone that causes so much pain. Right now as I type...they fight again...*sigh* I wish those kids didn't have to witness that. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ok, I have something to tell all... About 2 weeks ago, I found a lump on the underside of my left arm right below the elbow. I have been scared a hell to go and get it check out. What if it's... Back to crying mode. I don't want to think about this now, because who knows what it is. But if I get sick no matter if it is today, tomorrow or the next day. It would kill me if I lost my friends. Love You All. -Tina- 1:59 p.m. - 2001-06-20 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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