Sometimes he’d get very mad, he’d call me names and make me sad

Sometimes he’d yell at me and swear, or pin me down and stare and glare.

Sometimes he’d throw me on the bed, and whip me till I bruised and bled.

Sometimes he’d push me on the floor, and kick me till he could no more.

Sometimes he didn’t know what to do, so he’d choke me till my face turned blue.

Sometimes he’d lock me in a room, or beat me till he broke the broom.

Sometimes he’d hold me against the wall, and pound on me until I’d fall.

Sometimes he’d kick me in the head, and often I thought I was dead.

Sometimes I would try to escape, but he’d just tie me with duct tape.

He threw me down the basement stairs, in the dark, freely flowed my tears.

He threatened me to never leave, or death or worse, I would receive.

Sometimes I would cry at night, but that would start another fight!

Sometimes I’d try to fight him back, but he’d hold my hands, and then attack.

Sometimes he’d drag me across the floor, by just my hair, my head got so sore!

Sometimes he’d bite me very hard, from all these things, I am still scarred.

Sometimes he’d scare me with a knife, and tell me I’d always be his wife.

Sometimes I’d tremble on the floor, I couldn’t handle anymore!

Sometimes I’d cry while deep asleep, or jump awake, afraid to get beat.

Sometimes I’d cry while he was away, I wanted to leave, but thought it best that I stayed.

Sometimes he would beat me, but that’s not okay! Whether it’s one hit, or it’s everyday!

Someday I’ll get over it, or so I hope, with domestic abuse, it’s so hard to cope.