Pain radiating through my every nerve
Tears pouring down my weary face.
Bruises overwhelming my body
Acting as weeds in a garden and conquering every inch.
His voice puncturing my foggy mind
Filling me with fear and disgust.
My hate for him growing at a rapid speed
Hating that I let him take it this far.
My breathing shallow and body tensed
Ready for the pain and abuse.
Not knowing when the next hit will come
Not knowing where the next hit will land.
My finger tips turning white and arms beginning to bleed
From my long nails imbedded in my skin.
What a life to have in a public area
Where one is told they are safe.
Though my faded bruises and scarred memories
Know there is no place safe for child.