The Relationships

He was special to me Because I was naïve Thought I was in love With tears running down my cheeks My heart continues to leek Being beaten by his fist Was a later outcome of our first kiss Always hitting me Telling me to get on my knees And forcing me to do things My family never noticed Because I was never in their focus I cried all the time But they didn’t care To him I was less than a dime When I needed him he was never there Waking up to bruises Because he never loses Scars from the fights Memories from the nights I wished I was dead But instead I was still lying in my bed