How Could You? Poem by Prince ....

You beat me up when I'm on the ground,
I lay helpless not making a sound.
Bust my lip,
Bruise my skin,
Blacken my eyes,
Again and again.
And you think this is no big deal,
That these wounds will always heal.
Pull my hair,
Cut my skin,
Crack my ribs,
Again and again.
Even though the abuse gets worse,
Inside is where I keep this curse.
Broken soul,
Shattered heart,
Fallen spirit,
I'm torn apart.
You see, it doesn't matter if you kill me,
I died inside the first time you hit me.