Understand

Nobody knows what I go through,
They don’t know why I do the things I do.
They ask about the scars and cuts,
But all I seem to come up with is “buts.”
My friends ask but I don’t reply,
Same answer over and over again and I don’t know why.
They act like they care,
Leaving them with no answers isn’t fair.
Waking up every morning wondering what to wear.
So the bruises and cuts wont show from last night,
From that big fight.
I can’t tell them that the marks are from a person I love,
Would do anything to get away from this pain and go above.
Yet the pain of being abused won’t go away,
After a beating my bed is where I lay.
Wishing they could just “understand.”



 
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