Poems written in a dark room

Fear

I sit here
Hands shaking
My seams breaking
But his hits I keep taking
Verbal
Physical
It's all the same
The same vicious game he plays
My knuckles whiten
As his grasp on my collar tightens
But he won't let go
Regardless of the mental strength I show
Because he knows
I always cave
I don't react I just set the stage
His game always the same
I'm always the victim
Always the one to blame
Me breaking is his gain
He laughs when I can't take more
Twisted laughs
And sadistic smiles