• Don't try to hide it,
    That bruise on your arm.
    It wasn't there yesterday,
    and you were with him.

    Can you say "disorder"?
    This is pure sickness.
    You say that it's love,
    But since when is love so vicious?

    How can you say your happy when your body is covered in bruises and contusions?
    You deserve better,
    But you swear you don't.
    And silently i wonder,
    How much longer can you go on,
    being his insanity puppet?