Hurt,
without a word.
Beat me in,
I've done something wrong again.


Yell at me, scream at me,
it's all you ever do.
You yank my hair,
and force me to look at you.

Called a 'name' that isn't mine,
though I'm not surprised ,as this isn't the first time.

Standing strong ,
It's all I can do,
but I know for a fact, I'm stronger than you.

I don't say I'm sorry,
as that's the least of what I feel,
you turn your head slowly,
as if what I didn't say was for real.

If looks could kill, we'd both be dead,
and as you grab and pull at my skin,
I fear it would shed.

When all is done,
I go to my safety room,
locked away,
and watch as my new bruises bloom..

I cry.
I try,
to make things right.
But at times I can't help but wonder,
What would happen if I die?

Looking at myself in the mirror,
I smile.
I won't ever shed a tear in front of you,
Nor will I ever praise you again.
I'm tired, I'm hurt,
My mouth hurts, and can't speak a word.
But as I walk away and to my room,
I brush away the tears,
because I know that one day soon,
I won't be here.

I can hear you causing hell downstairs,
and again when it comes to you,
I just don't care.