“Over 85 percent of abusers are men, and domestic abuse happens only in intimate, interdependent, long-term relationships, in other words, in families, the last place we would want or expect to find violence, which is one reason domestic abuse is so confusing.”

I was able to end my own crazy love story by breaking the silence. I’m still breaking the silence today. It’s my way of helping other victims, and it’s my final request of you. Talk about what you heard here. Abuse thrives only in silence. You have the power to end domestic violence simply by shining a spotlight on it. We victims need everyone. We need every one of you to understand the secrets of domestic violence. Show abuse the light of day by talking about it with your children, your coworkers, your friends and family. Recast survivors as wonderful, lovable people with full futures. Recognize the early signs of violence and conscientiously intervene, deescalate it, show victims a safe way out. Together we can make our beds, our dinner tables and our families the safe and peaceful oases they should be.

- Leslie Morgan Steiner

The night is falling, thank God
I hear the calling of the skeletons under the sun
The skeletons under the sun

The day is dying, big smile
Pose through the camera, a giant step for your kind
One of a kind

Don’t leave just yet
Quiet on the set
Let’s give this one more go
Make ourselves ill, poppin’ sugar pills
Will swallow nice and slow

Don’t leave just yet
We’ve just had a wreck
I’ll need your name and phone
And water for these slow-dying trees
Where gardens used to grow

The sky is falling, straight down
It’s come to crush us and leave us in our blood to drown
Barely making sound
The streets are painted so still
Can hear the breathing, the making sense of the spill
Enough to make you wanna kill

Don’t leave just yet
Quiet on the set
Let’s give this one more go
And make ourselves ill poppin’ sugar pills
Will swallow nice and slow

Don’t leave just yet
We’ve just had a wreck
I’ll need your name and phone
And water for these slow-dying trees
Where gardens used to grow

Don’t leave just yet
Quiet on the set
Let’s give this one more go
And make ourselves ill poppin’ sugar pills
Will swallow nice and slow

Don’t leave just yet
We’ve just had a wreck
I’ll need your name and phone
And water for these slow-dying trees
Where gardens used to grow

Thanks Axel. :)