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This isn't a great poem, but i had to vent my feelings some how and this is what resulted.

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hatred burning in your eyes,
a door the only barrier,
the only thing between you and I,
you hold a knife in your shaking hand,
but there is still a door in the way,
why do you do this to me?
what did i do wrong?

no one notices what you do,
the scars you leave,
they don't care that I've come to fear you,
you add to the scars from my cutting,
make more wounds to conceal,
but you also leave unseen scars,
wounds deep within,
there is nothing i can do to stop you,
when into a rage you descend,
over the years my fear has grown,
so that i dare not fight back,
I take the knife and re-trace the scars,
both yours and mine,
there are far too many now,
becoming difficult to hide,
soon people will see them,
will know just what i am,
will discover this terrible secret,
discover all about the blade,
and who will notice the scars from you?
a few extra on a battered self,
they will all find my secret,
yet you will still be clear,
no one will know what you do,
won't find what I fear,

I can hear you outside,
standing behind the door,
I know what is coming,
I cannot take this anymore,
I could just end it now,
cut one final time,
I sit here hands shaking,
not knowing what to do,
should I take my life,
escape from here and you?
Or take another beating,
after all I've had many before,
and I am still here,
so why not take one more?

It's all gone very quiet,
maybe you've moved on,
maybe someone else will be your victim,
maybe I am safe once more,
dare i leave the room?
It's possible that i am wrong,
you may be there waiting for me,
ready with the blade.

Then the screaming begins,
I was right,
you did move on,
I feel like rushing to help.
as the screams get more intense,
the screaming gets louder,
the pain inside grows,
I cannot sit and listen,
cannot just let it happen,
but what else can i do?
no one comes to my aid,
they are all scared too,
in side I am slip in half,
I want to rush to help,
want to save her from him,
to stop him,
prevent her pain,
but i can do nothing,
i cannot help,
the fear is too great,
in total despair,
unable to help,
not able to save her,
i have to listen to the screams,
and know,
that tomorrow it could be me.