Living Hell Poem by chris north

I’m so tired of all this
I’m so sick of you throwing your fits
I’m so sick of getting hit
I’m so tired of every bit

I cried the first time you punched me and I fell
You make me feel like I’m living in a cell
I was going to say something…but I didn’t tell
O God you make me feel like I’m living in hell

My world seemed to stand still
So I saved my money until
I could buy that hypnotic pill!
Now my world was spinning but at least I couldn’t feel

I now think that hell would be comforting
I wouldn’t feel all the hurting
You pissed me off so bad
To be in hell, I’d be glad