Him

The way he talked was deep,
Hearing him yell made me weep.
His skin, so soft, so tender,
He gave me so many scars so I will remember.

He hurt me so bad,
That I was barely glad.
Smacking me across the face,
Telling me to stay out of his space.

Which I didn’t understand,
So he hit me again with the palm of his hand.
He hurt me so bad inside,
Knowing that he had lied.

He used to say he would always love me,
But something happened that I could clearly see.
He went psychotic and mad,
Everyday he makes me sad.

To see him go,
After I loved him so.
I cried so many tears,
For so many years.

But I will be all right,
And try and stay out of this fight.
How can I cry?
Over the spilled blood that is now dry.