Hush little girl

T R I G G E R *W A R N I N G,** this story contains domestic violence, and self harm. Please note the following: Domestic violence is a serious threat,as well as child abuse. If you are a victim of domestic violence, help is out there, please contact, 8 0 0 7 9 9 7 2 3 3, and get the help you deserve.

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The makeup could only hide so much

Covering all the apologies he’d recited

He was just another explosive Casanova

“I’m sorry baby, it’ll never happen again.”

This time it was because the neighbor called the sheriff.

But lies don’t cover bruises

Regret doesn’t mask the pain

And your love has you blinded

Like Hellen Keller grasping in the dark

But like always, i lie, i say, just a silly argument

and the only people who can help, are gone from my grasp.

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Staring at yourself in the mirror

You ignore the purple marks

Around your eye, the fingerprints

Burned like the bad memories into your wrists

Lines of lies pattern your skin

Try to drown out the shattering glass

All your memories trampled in a fit of rage

Your life together fractured in a second

get him loud, make him mad, someone will call for help.

but your to scared when help arrives, so again you tell another lie.

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You know it’s unhealthy

All the hitting, all the screaming

But you can’t seem to get away

You’ve left a dozen times now

Only to come crawling back to

The world of pain you’re used to

But you insist there’s a side of him

That is loving, caring, and kind

Where is that side now?

When you’ve locked yourself in the bathroom

Again.

But he gives you the stuff that keeps the memories of the bad men away.

He gives you somewhere to sleep.

Even if it's just for the sex, even if it's for the money.

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Here's your chance tell someone.

"Are you alright?"

The golden badged man asks. he can help.

It's hard to answer, please just tell him.

"Oh, fine, the dog pulled me down the stairs, we yelled for him to return."

Another lie.

why?

He gives you that look, the one where he knows your lying.

"do you feel safe at home?"

"Oh yea, im happy all the time!"

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It's like before, when you were young, theres more than one life at risk. doomed to be brought up here.

A hurricane, the storm that is your love

As he stands over you, finger in your face,

this time i forgot to walk the dog

A fist lands a punch, cracking drywall,

Where your face should have been

he doesn't feel pain in his hand

Crying you beg, you plead

You scream, hands around throat

You fall into the dark.

Someone could help.

File a noise complaint.

but it was to late on the first date.

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Eyes wide open now and the light is so bright

Heaven, a hospital, or just a dream?

Nurses standing over you, a doctor in a crisp white coat

“Yes, she’ll be okay. We see cases like this all the time.”

Wife beater, domestic abuse, hit her hard, cracked skull

All foreign words, some sort of new language

You insist you fell, tripped down the stairs earlier

A nurse is holding your arm, pointing to the bruises

Covering your arm, your wrist, motioning to your face

You cry, begging to see him, begging for one more chance.

How did they find me? A neighbor? Did i call?... No...you didn't call.

it was a noise complainte.

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Home again, home again,

But is it really a home?

Eggshell floors, battered walls, bruised egos.

A home coated in memories of a life before

Before the drinking, before the black outs

Before he began using you when HE wanted to

Liar, liar arms to the skies

All the cold of the winter in those deep blue eyes

Losing yourself in his pretty words

That once the baby comes there won’t be

Another single shout, he wants do to things right.

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In the early afternoon hours, he treats her like a queen

when people are around, every things alright.

And all the yesterdays have been forgotten

Like he's never hit you before,

Like you've never screamed out in pain,

Never screamed, 'No More!'

and when people are around,

He's calm, quiet; discreet.

No one can see the pain you hide all to well,

Behind the fake smile on your cheeks

And in the dark hours of the night,

When every one else is resting'

your curled up in a ball on the floor,

you try to keep your composure

Gently rocking back and forth-

the pain is to much

and you know you have to stop this abuse,

(Or he'll hurt you once again.)

but you don't

you can't

you won't

it doesn't matter,

someone call the hero

i need a hero for this story, but this is no story

it's real life.

someone file a noise complaint.

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Two years after baby, two more years of pain

He’s left more bruises than ever in his before.

A human hurricane destroying your life,

file a complaint, please?

no you'll lie it away

The smell of liquor is strong on his breath, on his clothes.

“Daddy, stop hurting her!”

The screams of that child echo in the room

Little cries for help, he’s let you go

Sliding to the floor you grab your child.

Dry her tears and hold her tight

“Hush now honey, everything is alright”

Daddy walks away

“Hush little girl, dry your eyes.”

But the little girl is you, as years had gone by,

no one was there to dry your teary eyes

your grown wrapped in your own web of lies,

trapped in your own self despise,

so you say no more, and tell him goodbye

your lover isn't good hes a bad guy..

a week past, going back is unwise.

more harm, more bruises, your back this is your life.