Black, blue, purple Puffy, swollen, red Blood, cuts, bruises And then a hard hit to the head Shouts of pain and screams for help She tries to escape but she is trapped Not just in the room but in this life This life where shes forced herself to believe this is love Knowing that it's not And as he cries his apologies once again, she tells herself this is the last time Knowing he won't stop But she stays "Maybe this was it, the wake-up call, now he'll see he has to change This time the marks weren't hidden They're clearly on my face" But as minutes turn to hours, and hours turn to days She takes a glance in the mirror and tells herself she looks okay Maybe even better than before Like a birthmark She's delusional, blinded by what she's come to believe is love Now people are asking questions Embarassed by the life that's become normal to her She becomes a liar She hates liars Shes now become what she despises But as her bruises begin to fade She pushes the thought of what had happened out of her mind He wants to start over again, clean slate And if they pretend it never happened, it will just go away A little time goes by, and he's seemed to make a change But tonight she's pissed him off And he gets up in her face He punches the wall and breaks the door Tells her it's her fault, if only she wasn't such a whore The tensions building up and she's prepared for him to slip Just a couple hits this time It was over fairly quick She needs some air, she can barely breath So she goes outside and takes a seat Sees a piece of broken glass, with tears falling down her cheek She picks it up and cuts her wrist, making it deep enough to bleed Again and again, until her skins raw and red He knows everything about her but he doesn't know this She can't tell this to anybody it's too shameful to admit Her pain is too great, she can't handle the grief She doesn't trust anyone, her friends or family Being able to do this has become her only release Now she's ready to go back in A couple weeks go by and the fighting's getting worse He's using everything against her making sure she hurts In their good moments, she explains to him her fears But then he'll throw it in her face and bring her back to tears This satisfies him He makes her weak, so he can be her strength She doesn't know how to feel She doesn't know what to think Lower and lower her self-esteems begun to sink She doesn't know where to go or who to turn to There's no one who'll understand She wishes there was someone to reach out a helping hand She loves him but she knows she should leave Or he'll probably kill her someday But at least, when that day comes, she'll be free Or so she believes That day never got the chance to come She gave up on herself too fast Tired of all the secrets and sick of all the lies Underneath the weight of the world her spirit has begun to die Feeling completely alone with nowhere to run She made the decision to end her life by the bullet of a gun Why didn't anyone save her? Why didn't anyone help? ... If she had only told someone, she could have saved herself
