all i see is black and blue,
belt marks and blood stains my only view
its beginning to get hard to fight back the tears
its been too long
too many years
i need for once someone to listen
my bruises and cuts are what your eyes are missing
i'm never fine but i pray ill be alright
tears aren't the only thing that keep me up at night
i'm always hurt
pushed around,
treated like dirt
i dream of another reality i dream of happiness,
of what it is like.
If i keep on wishing maybe i just might.
one day ill find that loving home
i will be loved and no longer alone
but as i lay here a lifetime longer
your cruel abuse only makes me stronger.