Broken being, Battered heart

I sit in the corner all smiles and wide eyes,
and wait 'till he feels like reinforcing his lies,
I sit pretty and perfect, and nod with my head,
Allowing me to absorb all the sh!t that he's said.

I lie there and take it, each cut with his words,
Not letting him know just how much it hurts,
I bleed on the inside and cry through a laugh,
Hiding the fact that hes breaking my heart.

I need him so badly that it rips through my soul,
how he can tear me apart and yet make me whole,
But others he looks at and sees something more,
No scars or paranoia and no frozen core.

I'm never enough, just the doormat I guess,
The one who's a puppet with a blood stained dress,
Left here to serve you, with tears growing fast,
Knowing your love has faded at last.

So scars come calling, the blades here to reap,
It sits by my bedside as I silently weep,
Knowing I'm stuck here, sinking back in this grave,
All because you are finally done with this slave.