confusion and chaos

tie me up and leave me there, in the alley of our lovestained affair, half beaten and starving with clumps of mud in my hair.
i wonder now when it will happen, a mother will retreat to the window of her kitchen only to catch her daughter being beaten down with violent words by the man who was supposed to keep her safe. on the dirt, her daughter lays there, body wrapped with scratches and nails. try to create new life now, when all you have is empty. get up little girl, and scream so that someone can find you, just long enough to repair.