Abuse

Another day goes by,
And I still feel so weak.
My hand softly touches,
The large bruise you left on my cheek.

I carefully put on my make up,
Trying not to hurt myself more.
I gasp and jump at the sound,
Of you bursting though the door.

You yell at me to put on more,
This isn't any way to treat your wife.
You don't want anyone to know,
That you lead this kind of life.

I've had enough,
I tell you to get out.
You march right over to me,
And tell me not to shout.

Your standing so close to me,
So close I can tell you've had a few beers.
I watch you raise your hand,
And confirm all of my fears.

You strike me so hard,
That it causes me to hit my head.
As I fall t the floor,
Sometimes I think I would be better off dead.

You spit at me,
And call me a w****
Swearing as,
You stroll out the door.

I know that you'll be back,
So i pick myself up off the floor.
I just don't know,
How much longer I can take this for.