Help

You came home again and started beating me.
I'm begging you to stop.
I reached for my phone,
Trying to call for help.
You stop beating me when there is too much blood on my face.
I lay there crying and shaking.
You smashed my phone,
That was the only way I could call for help.
You throw a towel at me and scream at me for crying.
I hope that my kids can't hear you yelling at me.
You walk around me like I'm a dead puppy.
I can tell you don't know what to do now,
I can see the worry on your face.
You look down at me, holding a phone, you start pressing numbers.
Before I know it you are on the phone with 911,
This is too good to be true.
You hang up and run, out the door and disappear.
I can hear my kids running out of their room,
They are crying and yelling for help.
You left me there to basically die.
Meanwhile my kids have to help clean up the blood.
If only I could've reached my phone to call for help.
Please if you hear my screams,
Send Help
I beg of you
Please. Send. Help.