Wish He Would Love Her

Have you ever just looked into her eyes? There is a different type of struggle A different type of pain. Not a positive change through mental abuse. She’s lonely; the pain does run deep it’s unbearable and hard to explain. Watch how she moves She wasn't always this way, head down to hide her tears; stress takes her body addiction to a drug that’s hard to shake. It's the things he said, how he made her feel; sticks to her mind like tape in the sun. Pain running over from the sides. No control of emotions words that draw from the soul leading the way to a broken sprit. Verbal abuse can affect anyone; its torture over time, years pass by. What’s left of the mind? Strong cutting words; started like nicks from a knife; Sword size wounds. Bleeding, Breaking hearts beyond repair. Despair, home isn’t home. He’s a roller coaster, his words doesn’t mean much, I love you and I hate you can’t fit the same line. Attention spans that focus on pain. No motivation to gain the momentum to leave. I wish that he could give her a chance of love, respect who she is as a woman. She hates her own words, her feelings aren't hers any more. Confidence left a long time ago; it feels to right to be wrong; she’s afraid to know the difference. You can’t see her torn down soul, her smile so big it mask the pain in her mind, she’s ashamed of things that she shouldn't be. She covers her body and lay in tears, His Mouth, his tongue and words and are like guns she’s the target down the range, it’s a verbal massacre, heart full of holes. Maybe it’s hard to walk away, maybe she's use to it, she sits there, takes it all in. Numb to his thoughts and words that cause so much pain through the days and years of tears. He saws away at her cutting through her tough layer of skin. I wonder what she’s feeling inside. Her blank stares, the tone of his voice that echoes her mind, she fear the thought of him. Wasn’t always this way. It’s hard to look into her eyes though I’m just here to say; sincerely I just Wish That he Would Love Her!