Life Of Camille Ann

As i watch you fall to the ground.
And see the bruises on your face,
it ties knots in my stomach.
I wonder why God doesnt help us,
and stop him from the harm he's doing.
You make excuses
One after another.
But its time for this to stop.
As I lay in my room, imagining im capable of saving you.
And think of ways on revenge

I am onn my search for safety.