The life of the rich isnt always what is on tv

He loves me, he says he loves me, that he needs me that he cares for me, he says im important, that its not him its the drinks, that he doesnt mean what he says and what he does. But what he doesnt see is how im broken, how the bruises arent only on my skin theyre on my soul. He breaks me, he is able to destroy me with just a stare, that one stare and then i know whats coming. I lock my sister in her room, shes just a kid. She has her life ahead of her, let me take the worst of it, because there is no way in hell he is hurting her too, today he sent me flowers? No, today he baught me diamonds, because even in the life of the filthy rich, there is pain and darkness. How do i keep going? How am i supposed to survive like this? Because no one is going to believe me, obviously not, I'm just a spoilt rotten rich bitch who wants the attention