Her cold, wrinkled, clamy
  hands striking across my
  face
The hatred in her
  eyes toward me
Her eyes burning red
Is she crazy?
Am I not pretty?
Am I worth nothing?
The bruises the pain
  the busted lip
I try to love
  her, but all i
  feel is hatred
Everybreath I take,
  still nothing but hate
Does she care?
No, never, not at
  all
So why should I?