Tears unheard, echo in your fragile heart
Born from his venomous words
Sinking ever deeper into the depths of your soul
Yet, despite clear signs, your road leads you back to him.

Your body has become an unnerving art piece
A once blank canvas slowly being painted black and blue
He's the artist, who's hands have turned you into a painting
Yet against all logic, those same hands are where you always run back to.

You feel your value and worth slowly corrode
As his words pour on your very being like acid
Stripping you of dignity and humanity
It's a wonder that there's anything left of you at all

Your face feels numb, as it's pressed against the floor, the wall, the window and the door
It's the only sensation your cheeks have become accustomed to
The scars heal, but just in time to make way for new ones
Yet in spite of the warnings, you still choose to move backwards to him.

The Invisible Wounds are destroying your soul
Almost as fast as The Visible Wounds are destroying your body
He is relentless in his efforts to demean and crush you
But in the end, you're just as relentless in giving him the opportunity to.