I’m staring at my bathroom walls
They don’t even look that pretty
There are holes in the walls
And cracks in the tub
His voice rings through my head
His screams ring through my skull
His large body pushing past me
As I beg him not to leave
The bruises on my arms
They tell a story
They tell the story
Of a girl with a broken heart
A white dress never worn
And a new boy who swore his love
But come to find out
He’s not so innocent
His voice gets loud
His hands become scary
The holes in the bathroom walls
They tell a story
They tell the story
Of a boy with a broken heart
A father with broken love
And a mother with wide legs
Pain and suffering
Adultery and fame
Quite the pair they are
Quite the pair they shouldn’t be
Her fragile feelings
His fragile temper
Her aggressive self-protection
His aggressive nature
The bruises on her arms
They tell a story
They tell the story
Of a girl who’s trapped
And of a boy
Whose heart is cracked
About the Creator
Abigail Sulfridge
I am from Boise, Idaho. I am a Medtech and am going to college to be a teacher. Writing and acting have always been passions of mine and I'm glad I get to pursue them here.
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