The Abuse

Her shaky hands
The quiver of her voice
The violent movements of her eyes around the room
Her swiftness across her blood stained floor
The pain she hides so well
Nobody will she tell
The beating she takes
Everyday
She works so hard but it still comes
The yelling to the screaming
All those words so DE-meaning
The lies to the selfishness
She can't fight
Every night she looks to her knife
This abuse she goes through
She does it to herself
But she has no other choice
Nor can she stop
She's in love
Nobody cares
Her father
He's barely there
Her mother
So isolated
All to herself
Her step-dad
The bastard
Criticizes her
Makes her always wrong
Eventually he will notice
Her blood stains on the floor
And that will be the day
Out her heart will be tore
Her body lying cold on the floor
Death minutes before will have taken her, no pain anymore
She doesn't know what after death has in store
But she knows it will be better than this bloody whirl
Her life is a blood stained swirl
World wind of this pain
In which she wants to end
And that will be the day
They find the blood stains on the floor

©Angel Wellesley