Every day she sits alone
Dreading the moment
For him to come home
The sound of his anger
Fills her mind
His look of shame for her
Fills her heart
So in her room she lays
Pain and fear etched on her face
Wishing things to be okay
Tonight she will rid herself of hurt
When she sits in the bathroom
With little black rivers running down her face
And little red streams running down her skin
In the dead of night she'll sit
Cutting the pain away
