She rolls out of bed, with a feeling of shear dread.
How can she face today when she feels so dead?

A crying voice inside takes over her mind.
She needs to rewind.
The tears stream down her face.
As she whimpers she feels a disgrace.

Nobody wants to know, nobody cares that she's in despair.
But she just needs to repair.

She won't talk, she's afraid that people will walk.
Bottling it up she tries not to sob.
The despair all over, It lies and controls her.
But she doesn't understand why an that's why she cries.

She doesn't realise she's not the only one.
She needs to hold on and stay strong.

As she sits and awaits her faith,
She knows she's the bait.

Screaming and shouting, she tries not to breathe at all.

She tiptoes out to the hall. The creak of the floor sends him up the wall.

He lashes out. Aggressively throwing his body weight at her.

But she feels weightless, she's gone to a different place.

She thinks of the earlier stages when they were at younger ages. Before she felt like she was trapped in small cages.  

She thinks of the times when he was no crime and always had a beautiful smile.

But she knows it's too late...

Her times up.

She quietly whimpers as she drops to the floor and whispers, "you'll do this no more".