Bruised Numbers

My Innocence Was Taken
From You, I will admit....

Still Naive To Deny The Fact
Of What You Truly Did....

Kick To This..
Push Into That..
Really Hurtful Slap..

Love So Entangled In This,
Not So Simple Web Of Lies...

Little Extra Makeup, 
Or Extra Clothing Here And There...

No One Will Notice
This Invisible Little Girl.

With Hopes That All Will Ignore 
An Erg To Steal A Small Little Glare...
 
Of The Hurt Girl Ordered
To Only Walk Behind You..

Look Down 
Count The Steps
Look Up 
Slap.. Pretty Face Is Bruised Again..

These Numbers Are Spreading In Mass
I Can't Handle The Hate...

I Need To Forgive And Forget
To Move On....

One, Two, Three, Four, Five
I Lost My Spot, Let Me Count Again..