Till Death Due us Part

Marriage
Supposed to be the best day of our life.
Lovers hand in hand
trust stronger than the land
But then things turn
after a year, things get bad.
They hit you, beat you, and taunt you.
The can say they're sorry
but just wait
when everyone stops watching,
things just go back  to the way they where.
That ring you wear show the pain,
and with every "I love you"
flesh rips open.
Those three words,
which should mean exactly as they say,
become an expectation,
you would't dare not say it back.
Counseling is suggested,
but sorry to tell you,
some people don't change
They like to stick to their ways,
never admit wrong,
No, they never listen to the world's sad song
and blame everyone else for their problems.
How sad it must be
to be wishing for death
rather than to face the humiliation of divorce.
God pins you down saying, "You committed!"
God holds you accountable,
you are expected to stay with the "one"
but the "one" is the one who causes you pain.
The pain
people just don't see
Marriage isn't always bad
See, some marriages really are perfect,
life in the Barbie Dream House,
perfect spouse,
perfect kids,
perfect house
perfect job
perfect everything
But,
this poem is not about them.
This poem is about the marriages where abuse
has become a household term.
This is for the people who hide in closets,
neglect coming home,
and for the people who would rather kill themselves
than give the abuser another thought.
Kids expect mommy and daddy to be perfect,
after all
on Disney Channel they are
Its so sad that America has been led by the violent.
Its sad how we are forced to look at statistics,
1 in 4 women will experience domestic abuse in their life time.
Men are victims of nearly 3 million physical assaults in the USA.
These things exists,
right in our own backyard.
Around the corner,
and down the block.
Its almost like a don't ask, don't tell policy,
Its like,
if you've been hit,
its "get over it"
and
"stop being dramatic"
"It could be worse"
But the thing is,
getting abused is not a good feeling.
It affects your body,
your mind,
and your soul
to the point where being broken is an everyday occurrence.
It isn't always physical.
Words hurt too
being told you are worthless,
dumb,
not enough
those sting too.
They make you hurt.
Abuse is abuse,
it doesn't matter what your excuse is.
It is never okay.
Why would someone start it.
Marriage,
traps you in.
Abuse is and has been the entire problem
But, who knew it would all start,
when you gave your word,
you would stay
"Till death do us part"