Poem -

a lovers quarrel

A little confused
she didnt know how to say
she was abused
She was falling away

her arms were bruised
cause she didnt obey
she refused
to tell them about her day

she had to persevere
Fighting for a broken love
i wonder if it ever became clear
she was but a mourning dove

wondering how she got here
a thought came to mind
maybe she could disappear
no longer confined

When he found out
a terror ensued
she wasnt allowed to walkout
she was subdued

Twenty holes in her heart 
her mind already teared apart
he didnt realised what he had done
so he gave himself twenty one