Human Punch Bag

I wrote this poem for awareness on domestic abuse

In the hands of my abuser
I want to die each day
I am just a human punch bag
Accused constantly I stray
 
Not a day goes by
A fresh bruise doesn’t appear
A broken rib or black eye
I live my life in fear
 
I have endless amounts of makeup
To paint my happy face
If only people could see underneath
And see the abuse that’s in its place
 
I am not a liar
But I have to all the time
How did you get that bruise?
It’s nothing don’t worry I’m fine
 
You accuse me 24/7
I’m cheating behind your back
I’m too scared to even speak
Because I know I’ll get a whack!
 
I used to be so chirpy
A Positive and happy lass
Now I’m just a punch bag
I’m shattered like broken glass
 
One day I seen an advert
I dialled 0808 2000 247
It rang for a second then a soft voice said
“Hello domestic abuse helpline - Your through to Kevin”
I didn’t know this man
How could I tell him what’s wrong?
But I found my strength and realised
The abuse has gone on too long
I opened my heart
And told him my fears
I explained all the injuries
I received over years
He told me don’t worry
Help is on the way
Police officers picked me up
and locked the scumbag away
now I have a new life
I’m happy and confident to
if you’re been abused by anyone
call the number to!