This is my story

My cries became simple as the clothing I put on, 
even his touch became boring, 
He Told me he loved me but he spoke stupid, 
He told me he cared but he lied, 
On the days that I did cry he wasn't there, 
So soon I would be left abandoned.
As softly as my voice was I tried my best to scream some days,
I tried to stand up to walk to go my own way, 
My ways we're not my own with you blocking my steps, 
YES love Can you please Remove the gun thats resting on  my CHEST!.
Placing All his force on my body those days he caused me a broken rib, 
He allowed my blood to flow pass his lips as he bit my lip, 
He in printed my first tattoo acorss my face, 
His first slap to my body cause me to spray my Mace!! 
Allowing me to finally speak, I'm happy that I have spoken
This is my story!.