My Home Is My Hell
A poem about the life of a wife with an abusive husband, sadly she has given up and just takes it.How did I get into this messWe used to be so happy togetherNow it's my own blood on my little black dressI will feel my face sting from his slap foreverI am too scared to say how I truly feel and confessThat I hate him but he just keeps yanking my hair. My face feels his anger if his alcohol is warmAnd my neck compressed if try to leave the house or him He throws me onto the bed in my bruised and beaten formI cry as he cu...