Walking Alone

I used to wish I made a difference in his ife, I thought it possible, since I was labeled his wife. But it is sad to admit that I'm just being used, I'm constantly treated poorly and verbally abused. I have lost the joy of waking everyday, Now in my spare time I quietly pray. I ask for strength to be strong and make it stop, But when comes home from work, my heart will drop. Nervousness and feeling constant fear is all I know, He always hurts me emotionally, it feels like a hard blow. At his feet I beg to have that life I deserve and need, But he tells me I'm selfish and full of greed. Why does he see me in such a bad light, I began to pray that my soul is taken during the night. But the morning comes and I deal with another day, Of sadness and listening to the harsh words that he'll say. I walk alone in this world of sadness and misery, No one knows what I deal with because I'll never let them see.