Domestic Violence Poem by charlotte marie peachey

She begs him to stop, she begs and she pleads,
but the harder she cries, the harder she bleeds.
She's wondering why he's hurting her so,
but her eyes are getting heavier with each stinging blow.
She goes back to the happier times in her life,
tries to ignore the pain that cuts like a knife.
She thinks of her mother and holds out her hand,
but the memories are fading, like footprints in sand.
She remembers when she didn't have to live in this fear,
she tastes blood in her mouth, the darkness draws near.
This can't be the end, I don't want to die.
Her spirit is slipping and she starts to cry.
She prays to God to save her tormented soul,
she wants to live, she wants to grow old.
But her prayers go unanswered and she slips away,
she longed for a second chance but it wasn't today.