The  life of an abused woman

 My life was empty with nothing
to show but the bruises and
broken bones

He said he loved me and it wouldn't
happen again; I was so blind and I
believed those lies

I don't know if it was I wanted to
be loved so bad that I took it

However I became a prisoner in my
own home while he would leave for
days on end


Out in the country nowhere for me
to go and this Fuck had everyone
fooled about who and what he was:

It was never his fault;
You see, I brought it on myself;
You see, I open my mouth or look
the wrong way sometimes

It was dinner was late...

Never once was it because he was
a monster; oh no, cause that would
make it his fault, covering black
eyes or broken bones cause I hit a
door

Or fell down the stairs, covering
for; him I don't know why the life
of an abused woman is a redundant
one, never changing unless she dies
a getaway but mostly it's just they
stay the same I was lucky I got out
with only memories not
many women are that lucky you see