The scares, the bruises, the bumps, the bleeding

She looks away when people look at her.
She doesn't want the world to see.
The scares.
The bruises.
The bumps.
The bleeding.

She doesn't like it when people stare.
She hates it when they ask why.
They can see them.
The scares.
The bruises.
The bumps.
The bleeding.

She won't tell anyone.
She doesn't want him to go to jail.
She claims she loves him.
When he doesn't even love her.

The scares.
The bruises.
The bumps.
The bleeding.