This time it was my death

I looked into the mirror,
and saw my beaten face.
I tried so hard to scrub them,
but the bruises would not erase.

I softly dabbed my bleeding nose,
and wiped away a tear.
Promising as I have before,
not stay another year.

I hear you coming in the door,
I hear you sob and cry.
You come in to the bathroom,
said your sorry and you'll try.

I've heard that a million times,
but again I had believed.
And I stayed this 'one last time'
you were so relieved.

I stayed with you for one last try,
I must have been insane.
It wasn't long till you gave in,
and it started once again.

You came home and angry again,
I ran until I was out of breath.
You caught me and it happened again,
but this time it was my death.