Down hearted

The skies are black and the wind strong
blowing so hard pushing me along 
Cold air brushes my face, hands so cold 
​​​​​​Why didn't I put gloves on, put my hands Into my pockets to get warm
i really need to get away from the storm.
Now the rain is pouring down my make up looks like I'm a clown
eyeliner streams of my eyes I'm
Unable to disguise my face I left in a hurry no warm clothes on
Seems I'm always wrong shouting 
And threatening acts of violence 
I will not be silenced says it's me my fault so I should expect a jolt to the face there goes my glasses second pair broke now I can't see.
Evil fat worse person ever
Tells me I'm the devil. I stayed quiet
Don't tell a soul how I'm the victim
Of this bully no were to go no help at
All so out in the rain I'd rather be to get away from him.
How can someone blame everything on me tell me what a nasty person I am, tells everyone I'm a nutcase 
But I'm the one he says he loves
How does that work.
Noone understands what I go through actually no one cares so manipulative
And conibing.
One day I will leave someone will have to help me out 
Best i get a place to live can't keep being scared like this
Can't be myself I used to be strong
I had friends I laughed and joked about now I'm not the real me 
I just want to be happy
So I will stay here in the rain till 
He calms down but he won't stop
Verbally attacking me this time
For hrs he goes on poems I try to write
To get the negativity out cause
The real me will be back one day
Before I get to old and grey.