I look at myself in the mirror, it doesn't look that bad. A little base and some blush and it blends in just fine. I know he didn't mean to do it, he just had a bad day. I know he will come around if I just try harder to do things his way. I must pull myself together and try to get it right. This time I will make it perfect, he will be home later tonight. All of the dishes must be clean, the house is obviously a mess. It will get better if I just try harder. He will see I can make him happy. I wake up to a new morning, I feel tired and sore. I thought I had it perfect until the dishes hit the floor. I tried so hard to make him happy, but I messed up again last night. I ache both inside and out this morning, if only I could get it right. I lie here and cry trying to figure out how things went wrong. I sob until I cannot cry anymore. I know this can't go on. If only I could figure out what I have to do to make him happy, then everything would be all right. I just wish he wouldn't beat me, love isn't supposed to hurt isn't that right?