Do you know how it is? abuse

Do you know how it feels to lie on the ground, bleeding,
As someone stands above you,
Laughing at your misery?
Do you know how it strips EVERY ounce of your pride?!
How it makes you scream out to the lord to give you mercy,
And just let you die?
Do you know how it is to cover your bruises,
When you really want to let them show?
To keep silent when you need to scream?
Do you know how it is to dread coming home,
Home to the pain,
The home that drives you to your dear blade.