His hands were cold
but his breath was hot
he told her she was beautiful
then treated her like shes not
he said come on
but she wanted to stay
his fingers wrapped her arm
there was no gettin away
he pulled her through the house
but no one else could see
the tears running down her face
and the bruises he already left to see
it was the bed shes been in
so many times before
the walls that used to be safty
were now just as useless as the locked door
her eyes kept tearing
it was imposiable to shout
there was a pain in the back of her head
the lights slowly dimed out
later she awoke
he and him leave quick
shes sittin in the bathroom
and suddenly she is sick
her body ackes
and her throat is dry
her limbs are motionless
and all she can do is cry
a few weeks later
the bruises fade away
nobody knows about it
only she lives with it every day
it was a living nightmar
that comes back every night
the pain come back
and she holds her pillow tight
