Diary of Abuse (Bad Day)

Sitting here for hours, a broken disgrace.
Bottle in one hand, a glass in the other,
Ripped flesh hiding her face in ruins.
With twisted knuckles
Beat upon her skin.
She's pathetic.
Isolated.
Ruined...
...At least that's what he said.

She promised herself, it was only today
Just one bad day.
Until it happened
Again,
And again,
And again.
One day her heart stopped beating,
She lost that hope
Lost love
One day her tears didn't do enough.

The sweet smell of wine drowned her thoughts,
Until it was on his breath.

No doctor can cure the incurable,
No psychiatrist can heal scars.
But a rope can do more than both of them.

She told herself;
Today was the last bad day
That was the last time he'd rip away her skin
The last time he'd tell her how hopeless she was.

Hanging there for hours, a broken disgrace.
A rope from the ceiling,
Made from everything he ever did
Today, was her last bad day.