My Heart and Skin is Full of Bruises
I'm hunted from the cheating,
punched by the constant lying,
tortured by his frighting looks,
My heart and skin is full of bruises.
The constant name calling,
all his punishments,
I'm so tired of it,
My heart and skin is full of bruises.
He told my son that it's all right to hit mommy,
I'll never forgive him for this,
He's such a monster,
My heart and skin is full of bruises.
Pain all over my body and hardly breathing,
I told my son that we're leaving,
left no note, no letter, he should know better that......
My heart and skin is full of bruises.
By-Edianna Reyes
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