Crimson Contusions

My wrists are battered
Dripping with red
All because it seems
That he wants me dead.

He caused me pain
So much hurt
Left me again
Laying in the dirt.

He constantly tries
To get rid of me
To get away would be wise
Because it's not meant to be.

I wish so badly
That I was never born
He confuses my heart
Between life and death, I am torn.