Abuse

Pinks, Purples,
Yellows & Blues,
These are the marks left,
From where he hit you,
Red & swollen,
Your so bruised & broken,
The reds turn to browns,
then slowly fade to blacks,
But you know in your heart,
One day you will take him back,
Your mind is twisted & turned,
By all the truths,
All the lies.
' I love you baby '
' I really do '
But you will still love him,
The minute he hits you?
Oh he dosent mean it,
I know he means me we,
You start to whisper,
As your face starts to swell,
You fall to the floor surrounded by tears,
How can you do this,
For years upon years,
But one day he wont do this,
One day it will be worse.
And on this very day,
Your family will be crying,
As you lay on the hospital bed,
Very slowly dying,
He hit you and beat you,
Slowly wrung your neck,
Made you plead & cry,
Made your family wonder,
 Why? Why? Why?
Was it you that had to die?