Twenty Years of Living Hell

This face that stares back at me This can't be my face, no not me Split lip and bloody nose Left eye almost closed, swollen My shoulders sore from hitting wall Bruised ribs from kicking Tender breasts from punches met And aching down there from raping He's left, gone to work To protect and serve the public Uphold the law, stop crime Wears his uniform proudly What do you do, where do you go When your abuser is a copper Close the ranks, protect their own You're only his wife, you don't matter Twenty years a living hell If I left he would shoot me Bullet quick, in the back I really did believe him Came the time I didn't care Even if he killed me Packed my bags, got out of there Eventually divorced him Been four years since I left Life is now a bit better But even now still shake with fright When I see a uniform ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Author notes This is based on a real life story about a person I once knew.