Abuse

Another day goes by,
And I still feel so weak.
My hand softly touches,
The large bruise you left on my cheek.

I carefully put on my make up,
Trying not to hurt myself more.
I gasp and jump at the sound,
Of you bursting through the door.

You yell at me to put on more,
This isn't any way to treat your wife.
You don't want anyone to know,
That you lead this kind of life.

I've had enough,
I tell you to get out.
You march over to me,
And tell me not to shout.

You're standing so close to me,
So close that I can tell you've had a few beers.
I watch you raise your hand,
And confirm all of my fears.

You strike me so hard,
That it causes me to hit my head.
As I fall to the floor,
Sometimes I think I'd be better off dead.

You spit at me,
And call me w h o r e.
Swearing as,
You stroll out the door.

I know that you'll be back,
So I pick myself up off the floor.
I don't know how much longer,
I can take this anymore.

Hopefully I can make it through this,
And soon enough.
I won't wear my heart on my sleeve,
Maybe one day I'll finally be,
Strong enough to leave.