Look at them, they have it all figured out
Jobs, a home, some kids,
That’s what life is all about
They have everything they have ever wanted
So it would seem
But life isn’t a fairy tale
And this isn’t the dream
This is harsh reality that setting in
Now they can’t fix it
Don’t know where to begin
Let’s just be honest
This isn’t a story of love, happiness nor blessing from above
It’s a story of depression, pain, and heartache.
From the outside they look happy
Classic story, met online, fell in love, had some kids
From the outside it’s mushy; it’s sappy
Look closer and you’ll see
A different story being told
It’s not warm and fuzzy
It’s dark and cold
She goes into the bathroom
And locks the door
Where she cries silent tears
Just like the day before
She’s wearing long sleeves again
Even though its 80 degrees in their home
She caresses her bruises
Trying not to let out a moan
Now she sits there sobbing and thinks about what he said.
She shouldn’t have ran her mouth
She pushed him over the edge
It’s her fault
She knows
She wishes she was dead
She was wrong to point out his faults
To explain how he’d done her wrong
She shouldn’t have called him out
She should have backed down when he started to shout
It’s her fault after all
If she would just fuck him when he demanded
He wouldn’t be looking elsewhere
It’s his addiction
His problem
But it’s her cross to bear.
She shouldn’t have pointed out all his lies
But he’s sorry now
He never meant to hurt her
It was an accident
He said with tears in his eyes
Things will change he said
Just give him another chance
Now she’s back in the bathroom
Washing blood from her pants
She cried herself asleep again
“Things will be better tomorrow”
She has found another fake online account
He’s sent pictures of his dick from their bathroom
If she confronts him
Surely he will shout
But she clinches her jaw and tells him to get out
Stupid girl should have kept her mouth shut
He’s about to lose it
She pushed him over the edge again
It really is all her fault.
There is a spark in his eyes
Rage that is gleaming
She fears for the worst
She wants out
Despite her efforts
He says no, she’s not leaving.
His rage has erupted
He whips a remote and it bounces back and slams his baby girl
Not a shred of remorse
Comes across his sour face
She sees only red
In his moments of disgrace
She scoops up her child
Now safe in mommy’s arms
That’s not enough to deter him from causing her harm
She screams though tears
And begs him to stop
Not in front of their babies
With vengeful force he reaches out and slaps her across the face
Who the fuck does she think she is?!
She made him do this
Why can’t she see?
He will quiet her sassy mouth
With any force he shall please
He says he’s taking the babies
And going away
She holds them tight in her arms
Tears streaming down her face
Says she will die before letting him take her babies from this place
She won’t allow him to do them any harm
She begs him to get out
Please just go!
Or let her leave
And take the kids
He gives a sinister smile, the answer is no.
He rips their sweet babies from mommas grasps
Now she can’t make words
Just high pitched tear drown gasps
He slaps her around for their children to see
“You know better than to backtalk me”
Now mommy is on the floor
Daddy is on top of her
Hitting and slapping
Hitting some more
These sweet babies are shrieking in fear
Screaming and crying
She looks at them through her own tears
Her heart is breaking
Her soul dying
This isn’t how their story was supposed to go.
Finally he storms out
He’s gone
She gathers her babies on the floor
Where they hold each other and cry some more
Finally they’ve calmed and all fall asleep
Suddenly he’s back
she’s startled awake
He bends down and has a story to tell
If she’d just keep her sassy mouth shut he wouldn’t have to yell
He never hit her
That was all in her head
He merely restrained her
She’s obviously delusional
And should just go to bed
She cries herself to sleep again
“Tomorrow will be better”
Today they had company
Everything was great
He held her close
Told her he loved her
And even cleared her plate
But she could help but dry swallow the lump in her throat
As the company would sit and boast
What a great guy he is
How lucky for her
To find such a sweet loving partner in this crazy world.
She couldn’t help but remember days passed
The hell she lives in once they are alone at last
She made her choices
These were the cards she was dealt
And after all
It was all her fault.
So she held back the tears
Mustered a quick grin
Then she was off to the bathroom again
Once again she locked the door
And cried silent tears
Like the days before
This is her life
It’s not pretty
It’s full of pain and strife
On the outside they look happy
Maybe even sappy
But on the inside
It’s all her fault.
