SCREAM

Prints of those fingers on her cheeks weren't the pain,

Neither was the burns she got when he misbehaved,

Holding the guts & wishing for the love again,

Grabbing onto the hope for him to be sane,

Be what he used to be,

Be what she intends to see,

All the good been noticed and evil that she ignored,

She loved him so much,
Much enough to get sunk in his life's sea,

Much enough to get rubbed off the shore with every tide,

She cried, yelled, banged her head,

But all she could afford to do was Scream inside.