Scars

All those scars on her arms,
They're reminders of the past,
How you hurt her, beat her, raped her,
But now she's free at last.

She's running, panting, crying,
To get as far away as she can,
While on the inside she's dying,
Trying to understand why.

She loved you so much,
That she knew was true,
But you tore her apart,
Left her without a clue.

Looking at her arms,
Do you see all those scars?
They're all because of you,
And the pain you caused her heart.