My Sceret Hell.

The guilt,
the sanity,
its eating me a live.
Each day I look at you,
I see me.
Each word you say to me,
beats me emotionally.
The scar`s you put on me are tearing me apart.
This secret you say I have to keep,
is slowly eating its way,
outside of me.
I try to hide the bruises,
the scratches,
you say its all,
out of passion.
Never did I believe,
that you could do this to me.
Your flesh and blood,
your wife does not care,
she just stands there,
watches,
crying and pleading for help,
but no one is ever around.
This secret will remain with me,
through this hell,
in my home,
I am alone.