(oldie,but goodie)

help me understand how I deserve this pressure
how your words dictate my actions, how I'm used to backing into that dresser
don't hit me,don't touch me
don't fucking come near me
I'm confused about everything
how do you see me?
the cheater, the woman who broke your heart?
are you trying to break my soul inside
a race we must run together,but we both collide
I often wonder WHY YOU TALK TO ME THE WAY YOU DO
I'm a bitch,I'm not shit,I'm not worth it ..you're through
AND SILLY ME STAYS because I only know the pain
the tears I wipe,or how you yell my name
you kick me down & fracture my ribs
enable my breathing,making it hard to live
and every night you do this
I lay in pure misery
and several minutes later
you're there on top of me
caressing my wet face and kissing my battered thighs
taking my clothes off piece by piece
while the woman whose in love with you quietly cries
you make love to me,and I hate it but I wont..
.. push you off of me, you're stronger so I dont
and when you're done I feel kind of free
your manhood stroking my walls pleasantly
you kiss my lips and tell me I'm yours
and you would never hurt me,despite your hurtful words
although I agree your the man for me
my heart ceases to work from all my lies I'm saying heavily
I don't knock him,because I feel deep inside he'll love like he said
but I fear that if I leave him again BECAUSE OF HOW HE IS
I'll be better off dead.