Every time he hits me, I die a little inside.
The bruises, and the tears are too much to hide.
I'm too ashamed
to tell anyone the
truth.
I've been stuck in hell, throughout my youth.
I first met him, when I was thirteen years old.
Many years have past, and the truth has yet to be told.
How could I face my friends, after what has gone on?
Stuck in the middle, is not where they belong.
It's up to me to find a way out.
I've tried in the past, and now I live in doubt.
My attempts have only cost me more pain and
tears.
Maybe it's just easier living in fear.
His family watches while he does this to me.
How can they watch, as he makes me bleed?
I think I've cried all that I can.
The tears don't fall, like when it began.
Will I ever wake up from this nightmare I'm in?
Would it be easier for me to never wake up again?