Lips stained red, messy bed, all alone, last night she bled.
Orange tinted sheets, hearts skipping beats, I don’t know what to do, someone help me please.
Bright yellow flowers, in the bathroom near the shower, the vase fell off the counter, waters been running for hours.
Green vines wrapped around her waist, dying eyes and a dying face, the look she has says it all, she’s being taken to a darker place.
Her bright blue eyes drained of life, shaking, as he held the knife, that had stabbed her in the back one hundred times, if only there was never a strife.
Purple bruises all over her skin, she never knew she wouldn’t win, not very expected, because she always thought “I’m so much stronger than him.”
All i can say is i feel terrible for victims of abuse and that they are so strong.