they wanted numbers, they wanted names she stood there watching it go up in flames they said it was a breakdown, descent in to madness but no one ever grasped the depth of her sadness and how quick a candle could start a fire carefully placed near a faulty wire she stands there, both eyes black the straw that broke the camels back when he threw her down the stairs last night ten years she's spent trying to avoid the fight the hands that hold her down that push and pull and slap her around too far gone, she felt she had no use it was all her fault, every incident of abuse something she did, to provoke him that way on her knees every night trying to pray that this would stop, it would end no family, not a single friend just the loneliness that tears her apart too long living with a broken heart when love should never be like this hard hands, empty words, sealed with a kiss and a promise it'll never happen again well this time it won't.
I don't think ****** is right. But I also think domestic violence is never acceptable.