she cringed under the fist of her
so called "lover."
just a bruise or scar that
make-up would cover.
another fist, another blow.
why did this girl love him so?
he reeled her in and held her tight.
he promised to always treat her right.
his smile was big and his eyes seemed true,
how could she have known he would be so cruel?
the cuts and bruises were everywhere.
she didn't know how much more she could bear.
her body was weak, but weaker it grew.
she was at his mercy,
and there was nothing she could do.
this young girl's innocence was taken away.
oh, how it feels to
cant leave,
yet cant stay.
[ anti - abuse awareness nmq/nmf]