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Behind That Door
by Jean Roy

You beat me brutally
As if to learn a lesson
I never understood
Why each day was a torment session

Taken away from
My family and friends
Caged in this house
The torment that started had no end

Your words were the ammunition
That fueled the abuse you’ve caused
Cold and alone
My heart and soul were both lost

You tortured me
So much excruciating pain
So unbearable
I felt like my heart was engulfed into flames

And a knife
Was pierced through my chest
And someone holding my mouth closed
As I gasped for my last breath

I’m bound
Like a straight jacket
And causing me pain
Has been your one tactic

The cuts on my chest
And bruises on my arms
Are tell tale signs
Of all that you have harmed

I cried loudly alone
Begging for help
Gagged by my own saliva
While feeling the sting that has been produced from your belt

My agonizing screams fall on deaf ears
Its time to live with my sins
You’ve got me playing a game with my life
You’re always right and I can never win

I try so hard
To allow this predicament to make sense
I thought you loved me
Where had all your love went?

I thought my love
Would have sufficed
Why did it have
To come to this

I thought you loved me
But all you do is harm my life
You were supposed to be my husband
And I your wife

Why do you
Constantly keep me mistreated
So closed in, secluded
You have me so defeated

You put me through
Emotional and physical hell
Turned our loving home
Into my prison cell

Behind that door
No one knows the truth
No one will ever know
All that I go through with you

No one will see the bruises or cuts
Or here the screams at night
No one knows that behind that door
Lives a husband who beats his wife

No one will ever know
That behind that door pain is my only fate
And there is nothing I can do
To ever escape

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