The crying in the night
Cuts through the silence
Stabbing at the hearts
Of those that hear her pain
She is not alone
Surrounded by other that know this pain.
He promised never again
Only to repeat the lie
Leaving her bloodied and broken
She only knew this hateful love
A circle she desperately needed to break
He is her everything
She is his punching bag
Around and round they go
His hate made her feel so alone
The warmth has left their life
Her courage and strength with it
Days turn to months
Months to years
Years until her breaking point
In what was a moment of panic
Horror
She crawled to freedom.
Packed her bags only essentials
And
Ran
Now curled up on this cot
Bruised and free
She weeps for her freedom
More afraid for tomorrow then ever.
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