A Women's Burden

Somehow I've stumbled from grace in the eyes of man
iregardless of my sacrifice
despite my salvation
I slit my wrists and bleed.....
self pity
self destruction
self hate
onto his hands
But he doesn't bother to cleanse them
He just digs deeper into my virginity
as I silently bleed some more
While his hands grope for pleasure,
his lips kiss for joy
And I am expected to understand...
why he chose me
I bear his weight
as he shifts
as he strains
as he grow
burying his trouble inside - giving up his load
freely imparting it to me
I often try and cleanse myself through tears
sobbing
cries
only to be expected to recieve
the weight
the load
again...
and again
But now when I bleed
he tells me to clean myself
I'm a mess
and I've got other things to do - for him
Bear his children
Support his goals
Accept his discretions
Abide in his world
I....
I....
I.....seem to have stumbled from grace
in the eyes of man
irregardless of my sacrifice
despite my salvation
And when I slit my wrists and bleed....
self pity
self destruction
self hate
onto his hands
He doesn't bother to cleanse them
He just digs deeper into my loyality
as I silently bleed some more
his hands groping for pleasure
his lips kissing for joy
And I am expected to understand...
why he chose me