A nother story this time it happens to be about me

B eaten battered and abused and so damned confused

C old hearted and cruel was he but this I could never quite see

D runk half the time and out of his mind

E very time he would drink his personality would change

F or the worst and he would rage at me and he would curse

G uess you could say it became an everyday occurence

H itting me became his only means of control and assurance

I  was afraid to leave more than I was to stay until one day I ran away

J ust as fast as I could I ran with my life tired of being a battered wife

K ept on running and never looked back until now

L eft him the night he nearly killed me with his fists in my face

M y ribs were cracked my eyes were black and I was disgraced

N o longer would he be able to hurt me for I finally left him for good

O ne more beating I could not have stood and he knew it as well as I

P acked up my children and said good-bye with tears in my eyes

Q uestions racing through my mind of how I would live without him

R eflecting upon the good times and the bad and the situation at hand

S carred inside and bruised on the outside so tired of living in fear

T he first time he ever showed his violent side I should have left him

U nder no circumstance should I ever have stayed I know that now

V ery insecure I was at the time and he knew it and he played on it

W omen with low self-esteem like I had don't seem to understand this

X ray vision must be what we need to see through this kind of man

Y ou know it takes a lot of courage to break the cycle of violence

Z any as this poem may sound I hope I have helped someone else to get out!