Hand Goes Up, Hope Goes Down (Abuse)

As he raises his hard hand
Tears well up in her gentle eyes
This has become his daily routine
She has learned to expect it

His empty glass stands on the table
and she knows that's his motivation
For all the bruises he gives her

She must've said the wrong words
Or maybe it wasn't her fault at all
Maybe it was just some guy that cut him off in traffic
but he only has her to take it out on

As his hand comes back down again
It once again lands on her cheek
Being slapped and pushed around is nothing new to her

The tears slowly start to flow
As she quietly remembers a time when it was worse
When just a few wrong words
Would leave her back all purple from the cables

All she can remember are the painful tears she cries
it's been too long since she last smiled
Doesn't remember a time without his rage
following her every word and every step

The more his fills up with furry
The more she wants to die
There isn’t much this little girl can do
To get herself out of this horrid place
And her hope just keeps fading

As he raises his hand one last time
Her self-esteem is already too low
The shooting pain increases
As the last breathe leaves her body