My heart is bleeding, my body is trembling.
The hatred I feel can't be taken away, I have been emotionally wounded, physically damaged.
This isn't the man I knew, this isn't the man I came to love.
Who is this man then?
I want to scream but scared he would kill me.

I found myself fracturing beneath his first.
Glistening with secret pains, I am soaked in his venom, becoming canvas for the art of abuse.
Aching...