2001

Darkness surrounds her as she cries.
Blood oozes as she slowly begins to die inside
Bruised and battered, a pitiful state,
The consequences of her evil husband's anger, his hate.
"I should have stopped it," she thinks, "Now it's too late."
She had plenty of warnings leading up to this:
The abuse, the hot irons, the beatings, the kicks.
"It's not him, it's me. I made him angry," her excuse,
"He loves me, he cares, and I'm annoying; that's why he's like this."
"When I'm quiet and I do as I'm told, he smiles and he cares."
"He loves me, he holds me while he strokes my hair."
"For this...