Domestic Disturbance.

I ask if anything's wrong but you stare,
Not into my eyes of compassion and worry,
But into the abuser who long stopped to care,
Your conscience tells you to hurry.

You've taken a million hits,
All stronger than the last,
The dark pathway is lit,
It happens far too fast.

I will stand behind you,
When you cry in fury and shame,
I know what you are feeling too,
You are not ever to be blamed.