All You've Done

Some how all youve done for me,
has only made me weak,
and threw my bloody, broken, tears I realize my defeat,
Under your unbroken stare,
as piercing silence looms,
I wait for fate to reveal to me,
my unavioded doom,
under purple bruises come,
My unnerving sence of guilt,
that lay beneath the reign,
he is drunken, angry, still,
for seconds blinding blows my way,
to which no one understands,
how could I had ever thought,
That Id love such a man

(no I have never and will never be a victim of physical abuse)