All Is Lost

Bloody cuts,
Red gashes,
Flowing liquid from where she hit it,
Her aggression,
Rising from deep within.
Battered knuckles,
Splattered walls,
Her weakness no longer let's her
stand tall.
Her worst fear is only to seem
weak,
She's so sick of being un-able to
speak.
So she'll wrap her hands,
So he can't get to mad,
Then find the hardest brick wall that
she can.
She'll hit it,
The pain hidden by cat-like dark
eyes,
No, She won't dare cry.
Until the cloth is covered,
and the bruises have started to
form,
She won't stop because when she does,
All Is Lost.