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Every time he hits me, I die a little inside.
The bruises and the tears, are just to much to hide.
I’m too ashamed to tell anyone the truth.
I’ve been stuck in Hell throughout my youth.
I first met him when I was thirteen years old.
His beautiful blue eyes became emotionless and cold.
How can I tell my friends what has went on?
Being stuck in the middle is not where they belong.
It is up to me to find a way out.
I’ve tried in the past, and it has left me with doubts.
For my attempts have only cost me more pain and tears.
Maybe it’s just easier living in fear.
I think I have cried all that I can.
For the tears don’t fall, like when it began.
Will I ever wake up, from this nightmare I’m in?
Would it be easier, for me to never wake up again?