• Her face is pale, ill looking,
    She hides it well, with long sleeved tops and baggy paints
    Wearing her hair down, no one should see the chain marks,
    She paints them black, why? Be happy if its a lie,
    She looks around her the only safe place,
    They laugh at her call her names, she doesn’t care
    Its better then pain,
    She hates them she hates how they can stand there laughing and smiling,
    She hates how she could never do that,
    She leaves she walks slow, to scared to get back fast,
    She prays that just ones she would be safe, just ones she doesn’t have to suffer, User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show.
    He’s not there yet, she breaths a deathly needed breathe, when will it end?
    Why does it continue?
    She stands at the door waiting, she hairs his red truck comes up the drive,
    She runs to her room almost slipping but not caring,
    She closes the door maybe he won’t come, maybe she will be safe,
    He hears him enter; he calls her his voice is sickly sweet as if he cared,
    She backs away; he walks slowly up the stairs,
    She prays he’ll walk past her closed door, maybe if she’s lucky he will only yell,
    He stops at her door, she backs far away, hiding behind a face of stone, her bodies scream for her to run,
    She sees the door it opens; he enters closing it behind him,
    The smile on his face tells a deadly story, he looks her up and down, tells her that the only one to love her was him,
    She lets him curse her she lets him hit her, then he pushes her back, not again not this,
    She feels his hands around her neck she doesn’t fight, she doesn’t scream, she doesn’t even cry,
    Finally he’s gone, her own blood covered her, almost teasing her,
    Her vision begins to fade, the pain its gone the dark it saves her, its over finally she can breathe
    after so long she can breathe.....