Hell

Bruises heal, broken bones mend , but those words slice as well as a knife. I was always wrong and you were rig ht. Millions of Im sorry letters to read would take all night and flowers. You always had all the power. You never once stopped to think, before you started to drink. Many nights I didnt think Id live to see another day. Hopefully I would see stink. You made me do it hed like to say but honestly to me, it was just like any other day.  I married a stranger, never knew I was in danger even before the ink began to dry from the pen. Wedded bliss lasted two weeks, everything after was just bleak. I remember the last time you held my captive. Pulling my hair, punching my mouth and pulling me back in the ranger. I yelled for help, but no one came. Where was my hero? He hurt me, made me cry, tears flowing like rain and everyone wonders why im insane. Verbally and physically abused and tormented for years. I remember the very last time as well. When you came at me with the knife, I knew I was about to have to fight back or for my life. I remember thinking Ill see you in hell my lips to the devils ear, I knew he was there because in your eyes he started to appear.