Slamming on the bed <br />slap marks burning red <br />forced down by all his weight <br />touches from him i hate <br /> <br />'shh, just let this happen <br />stop with all your fighting' <br />the grip loosens on my biting <br />because of this my soul is dieing <br /> <br />my hands they begin shaking <br />now he thinks my cryings faking <br />with a grasp on his hair <br />i begin to pull and tear <br /> <br />no he will not quit <br />black outs fallow a final hit <br /> <br />later with a bloody lip <br />uncountable bruises starting at my hip <br />the doctors say im blessed <br />then how come i still feel undressed?<br /><br />Kelsey Bachmeier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strength-vs-weakness/
