I've found that makeup can cover the bruises just as well as it can disguise an ugly face.
I've learned that people aren't always kind and the world is a pretty ****** up place.
I've been told that you love me but I can't see past the fists flying toward my face.
I've seen the way you look into my eyes when you're sober and I feel the way my heart aches when you do.

I don't understand how "I love you" turns into "Shut up" so quickly
The love was there but it left when I decided to walk out the door.
You pushed me away and I finally chose to leave.
I got tired of all the lies and the punches thrown in my direction.

The bruises have faded away and I'm able to feel more than just oppressed.
I've grown stronger and I've learned that I am more than your hurtful words.