The Abused

Don't tell me you love me,
because its not the truth.
if you really do love me,
then why am i abused?
the scars on my wrists,
and bruises on my legs,
are proof that I'm hurt,
by you and what you say.
you call me a w**re,
and a b**ch and a sl**.
and because of that, there's scars,
on these wrists that I've cut.
so don't lie and say you love me,
because i know that's not true,
and next time, try to show it,
when you say, "i love you."