It's not abuse. There is no visible signs, just words, twisted lies, pain that lies inside that no one see's. It's not abuse. It's words that taunt, and haunt you all night. Whispers in the night while your living a life of fright, but it's not abuse, it's just words. Raised voices a cry of anger, it's not abuse, its just words. New label presented to you at the dinner table bitch, whore, freak, Worthless you choose, it's not abuse it's just words. A single cry for help at night, but why? It's not abuse. A prayer to the lord so quiet and sweet to take you away from this place, but why? It's not abuse. A single hidden tear crawls down her cheek. But it's not abuse. Wanting to tell someone, for someone to save her but why it's not abuse the're just words. So why do they hurt so much?
