This pain never leaves my heart.
My mouth taste bitter and tart.
The tears sting.
As other's cries ring.
My blood spills over the floor.
As the others cry out for more.
He swings and hits my eye.
But this time I refuse to cry.
I bite my lip.
As they hit and they kick.
I try to stand.
But I fall down again.
Someone gives me their hand.
This time I stand.
I look into his eyes.
So full of pain and regret.
But now its to late for apologies.
Or I'm sorries.
To late for sorrow to replace the rage.
To late to turn the page,
I wipe the blood from my mouth.
As I turn and walk out.
