He can see the fear in my eyes
  though I try not to show it
  it only makes him more aggressive
  it only makes him hit harder
  it only makes the bruises on my legs get darker
  but I smile through the pain
  and I laugh inside my head
  because I know sometime, somewhere  karma’s gonna catch up to him
one day something is going to hurt him as badly as he hurts me.

Hope
The thing I hold onto
When I feel as if i’m about to choke
Hope for a better tommorow
Hope for a better life
Hope for days where I don’t cry myself to sleep at night
Hope that I won’t feel so bad
Hope that I won’t feel so sad
Hope that I will not feel so depressed
Hope that I won’t have the same obsession
With the idea of perfection
Hope that I won’t keep trying to change myself
To someone I was not meant to be
Hope that one day I will just be happy being me.