Feeling The Pain Of Distance

How can you expect me to live without hope?
To take a breath with a memory to which I can't cope,
Home alone, I take care of my daughter, she is less than a year old,
Unaware of the smile I can't have, she has the innocence I was forced to fold,
A knock on my front door, I begin to shake,
My assumptions are correct, a man that will brake,
HE enters with anger; I see what he did a year before,
When he forced his way in front of me, changing, forever my core,
He pushes me against a wall, my daughter watches me,
I thank the god I gave up on; she doesn't understand what she can see,
He serves his needs, self anger and blame, the planted seed,
I don't make a noise as I start to bleed,
Tears are born, this acts as a motivator to this man,
He takes me back to the pain, from which the last year I had run,
He leaves destroying the image of being a daughter, a mother and a wife,
Sadly I know not enough pain comes from a knife,
I enter a chat line, familiar, Adam is in this chat room,
I begin to explain the reasons for the blood in my tomb,
He begins to cry, words he offers, share you pain with me,
I take the warm words, an image of coping I allow him to see,
My brother returns, hugs me and cleans up the blood,
I need a distraction for them both, avoid the up coming flood,
I pass my brother the phone, talk to this man as I go to bed,
They share their pain of me; I wipe the sweat of my head,
I kiss my daughter, walk away without turning around,
The closing of a door, the needed last sound,
How can you expect me to live without hope?
My brother drops my phone and reaches for the distance between my neck and the rope.