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bruises
i lie in his bed,
still awake in the middle of the night;
with him sleeping on the other side,
the stench of alcohol leaking from his pours;
i lie huddled in a corner,
hoping the sun doesnt rise;
i have no strength to stand on my own,
and face a new day;
i can feel a cold, wet substance sucreeding from my eyes,
and running down my broken and sore cheeks;
i keep hearing every word on repeat,
and seeing flashes of our fists being thrown at one another;
its not the bruises on my face that i will always feel,
its the bruises internally that wont heal;
another night i lie beside my worst nightmare,
counting down the minutes till i must face the world;
with my brand new bruises[/font]
still awake in the middle of the night;
with him sleeping on the other side,
the stench of alcohol leaking from his pours;
i lie huddled in a corner,
hoping the sun doesnt rise;
i have no strength to stand on my own,
and face a new day;
i can feel a cold, wet substance sucreeding from my eyes,
and running down my broken and sore cheeks;
i keep hearing every word on repeat,
and seeing flashes of our fists being thrown at one another;
its not the bruises on my face that i will always feel,
its the bruises internally that wont heal;
another night i lie beside my worst nightmare,
counting down the minutes till i must face the world;
with my brand new bruises[/font]
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