Torn

Torn

Another day she sat in silence,
rubbing the purple hazy bruise,
She wondered, what could stop the violence.

Rubbing the purple hazy bruise,
she thought her life never mattered,
She couldn't tell anyone, she had to refuse.

She thought her life never mattered,
it's been going on for so long,
All she knew was a life that was tattered.

It's been going on for so long,
all she knew to do was cry,
If she only knew what he did was wrong.

All she knew to do was cry,
down her cheeks her tears stream,
In her mind she wanted to die.

Down her cheeks her tears stream,
crouched in the corner she laid,
Inside she wanted to scream.

Crouched in the corner she laid,
thoughts of the next time, would he kill,
Her deepest fear she was afraid.

Thoughts of the next time, would he kill,
would he love her when he found her dead,
She thought of this as she took the pill.

Would he love her when he found her dead,
this time no one would believe she fell,
or ran into a door and bumped her head.

This time no one would believe she fell,
they would know the truth now,
If only sooner someone she could tell.

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