Hell

Hid her bruises with long sleeves

for that girl I grieve

she loved him as only a teenager can

he was her man

to her he shitted gold

she wouldn’t be told

he raped her regularly

she thought this was how it was meant to be

her parents despaired

from the house, they were barred

she begged them to leave him alone

screaming her devotion down the phone

She’s asleep now, never to wake

he pressed too hard, too rough, to take

he was sent to prison

couldn’t take criticism

ended it all in his cell

two young, dead, two families in hell