ABUSED

The bruises on her cheek were the first giveaway 
Told me she walked into a door yesterday 
Did the door turn her eyes a bloodshot red 
That dear friend was the handle she said 

What I asked caused that cut above your lip
That she replied was part of my fall and trip
I would love to believe the answers she gave
Hoping to God her husband didn't misbehave 

Told my friend that you can confide in me 
She shrugged her shoulders and said let me be 
It must be hard to admit something is wrong 
Getting up each day and trying to be strong