Faced

My face is bleeding My heart is aching My child is crying And I keep on lying to my mother Your hands never get tired of hitting on me bruising my skin Rearranging my face You say you love me you say you care for me You say you're sorry You say you're tired of me Though you never leave You disrespect me You beat me to a pulp you hate me Today I'm done with you please move out my way My bags are already packed My mother and a police officer are right behind that door So I wish you would try something I wish you would hit me again because trust you will get yours whether I'm dead or alive You stared at me like you were pondering your options You backed up I left.