They use me
They say it will be the last time
It never ends
Why won't they just let me be?
The bruises appear on my body
The marks never seem to go away
Every time I seem to heal
They use me again and again
Nightmares occur every time
Thrashing in my sleep
Will it ever end?
The others look at me like I'm strange
When in fact I'm protecting them
Every time my boss calls
It's to protect the ones who look at me strangely
Looking in the mirror, I never see happiness in my eyes
Only sadness remains
I dread picking up the phone
Their voice rings in my ears as I pick it up, "Alex, we have a job for you."
Those seven atrocious words always fill me with doubt
That I'll never come home again
If I tell them no, it's always worse
They remind me of a certain visa that could expire
I never know when it will end
Will the nightmares ever stop?
Will they ever stop calling?
Will Tom still be there for me when I need support?
These questions fill my head constantly
I just wish it would end