Ruffled struggles

Wanting a change

Painful muffles

Waiting for the pain

Choking; gurgles

But I'm expected to stay

Quiet, with deep silence.

Hear my voice as it shakes

Nobody sees me wake

Nobody sees my scars or myself

Could it be, that I really am nothing?

Could it be, that my life will stay like this?

With an abusive present key

Every day with him

He slaps me hard and I bleed

He's laughing and I'm crying

To him I'm a toy

To me, I'm just a girl in love with an abusive boy

Wanting him to change

Wanting him to turn a different way

And after a while, he repents

I forgive but then he keeps

With the same ways he has always been

And here I am

Nearing my death...