Swollen

Swollen by your love and affection you said you loved me well, I guess you showed your love everyday cause everyday I would swell It hurts inside to see the man that I once knew for taste, but every morning when I get up I see a beaten face My friends and family ask me "why don't you pack and leave, when all he does is hit you and make your nose bleed?" I hang my head and shrug my shoulders because I don't know why, the doctors ask several times and everytime I lie He tells me he'll get better, he tells me that he'll stop but two weeks after he said that he hit me with a rock And when he's done he wants to come and make "sweet love" to me, then we get done I look in his eyes and see hate and envy I'm moving on I tell myself I gotta get out of this, it's like he's on a killing spree and I'm next on his hitlist A month later I get the courage to finally up and leave, but when I come home my lights are out and my kids nowhere to be I scream and yell "Where are you two, we leaving here today, I walk in the room and there they were their bodies were slayed I couldn't breathe I couldn't scream all I could do was pause, and then I felt something in my back that felt like big bear claws I turned around and there he was with blood all over his hands, before I could even ask him why my eyes closed like strands I guess the moral of this is I stayed swollen until the end, if you know someone in this situation please help out and be a friend