Her home is her personal Hell
It is filled with hate and pain
They don't love her like they should
She doesn't know what is good
Her arms are splattered with multi-colored bruises
Her emotions are numb, she has no feelings
There are scars all over, leaving forever reminders of how they got there
She has forgotten most of the past, and refuses to acknowledge a future
She blocks out the violent slaps of words yelled at her
Ignorance hides the pain and sorrow
Her only goal is to get to tomorrow
