Their Hands Are In Blood

You push and I crumble,
You shove and I fall,
You hit and I bruise,
I promise to tell Noone at all.
Why have you crumbled?
Why must you fall?
Why tolerate their hands,
They only maul.
You push and I stay,
You shove and I stand,
You've hit me the last time,
No longer am I a victim of crime.
Together we stand,
Its time to speak up,
Abuse can end.