Looking at the world through abused eyes
Hiding from the pain even the cries
Glance in the mirror, beauty still there
Tortured inside, hiding all scars, lifes not fair
No blackened skin cuts or wounds to lick
The naked eye can see into her soul, she is sick
Finding death, betrayal and despair, she has been broken, she is weak
She bends and swallows what little pride she seeks
She has nothing left but the feeling of uselessness
Small pitiful little girl, never knew kindness
She would rather be beaten, battered and abused
She would rather be taken advantage of and used
She is a battered heart, which never heals.
Looking for someone to love her, so she can finally feel.
Not someone they want her to be. Again alone inside
Chest heavy, heart actually hurts, she runs and hides
Another glance in the mirror, she grew strong the last time she took his hate
Loved him, and then left him for his type of love she did not want to take
