Broken

He stands there with the bottle in his hand, waving it around trying to make her understand. He never thought it would come to this. To where his words would be replaced with his fists. He knows there's no excuse for all her bruises so he hangs his head and starts to cry. She sits there on the edge of the bed wishing she could just be held. The hopelessness she feels inside she can't even begin to describe. All his empty promises are stacked too high and she knows its time for her to say goodbye. So she hangs her head and starts to cry. She knew this was her last time to try. So she wipes the last tear from her eye. As he sits in the corner and continues to cry she finally found her wings to fly.