Every day she tolerates it
The insults, beatings and degrading ways
She wants to run but fails
It is difficult, almost impossible, to tell her head to stop loving him
When her heart still wants him
She cries herself to sleep, disinfects her wounds
Hides her bruises and wears make up
It has become a norm to her
She is ashamed of this
As though she called it upon herself
She thinks of the perfect escape, spends all day planning
What can she possibly do?
He has stripped her of her power.
Powerless and pathetic she has become
Weak yet showing a brave face
Where will she go?
Afraid to be found
She is afraid of being a laughing stock
Suicide is the answer…