Misused

Look at me properly,
through these black shadowed eyes,
you'll see the Pain within,
as i try hard not to cry,
listen to me properly,
ill tell you everything,
then you'll know who he really is,
you'll know the real him,
id come home late every night,
straight up to my room,
on goes the music,
out goes the lights,
comfort in the gloom,
the bruises on my skin,
they'll fade, with time,
but what he put me through,
those memories are forever mine,
hes punch me then he'd kick,
he'd smile and walk away,
everyone just stood there watching,
the same day after day,
couldn't you see what he was doing?
as he slowly beat me down,
i never had anyone to turn to,
yet i had 'friends' all around,
he used to say he loved me,
and wipe my tears away,
what did i do to make him hate me?
what the hell did i say?
why don't you believe me,
when i tell you how he beat me,
ask him alone to his face,
then surely you can see,
i gave up a life for him,
and he didn't even care,
that baby was part of him as well,
and all he did was sneer,
now look at me properly,
through open eyes,
look at him for who he is,
and then you'll realize,
he'll hurt you like he hurt me,
maybe hit you too,
but i wont turn a blind eye,
I'll be there for you