Abuse pomes

Untamed

Sitting in a corner so scared and afraid

He's standing there yelling at me,

And he's the one to blame,

Marks across my face,

From where he had hit me,

People say that I've got it easy,

Brusies on my back,

The blood courses through my veins,

In this dark room,

There is something untamed,

Scared to say a word,

Just one word to come out,

For no one knows what happens when the beast has made his rounds,

People always stare at me,

I now know what they say,

For all these scares left on wrists,

The past has been revealed,

I do it one last time,

So no blood runs through these veins.