They cry out to us,
But we don't hear,
You think something's not right,
You see a tear.
You think nothing of it,
It's only a child,
But they can't defend,
Neither can they fight.
They are victims,
Their lives in the hands of an abuser,
He doesn't care about her tears,
He's either an alcoholic or a drug abuser.
He lays into her at night,
Pounding her with his fists,
She can't fight back,
He'll leave scars on her wrists.
After months of hurt,
He finally gets caught,
But it's too late now,
She has been taught...
...That you can't trust men,
She'll never have a boyfriend,
She'll sit alone at night,
Waiting for the end.
She sits alone in her dingy flat,
With no friends or family,
She'll take her daily fix,
Trying to block out her scarred memories.
One night she can take it no more,
She grabs her fix and loads up double,
With tears rolling down her cheek,
Her last thought: His rough stubble.
Then she injects and falls to the floor,
No longer can he hurt her, physically no more,
She's gone that's it he ruined her life,
He will rot away deep into the core.