I died that day,
when you could no longer hurt me,
when i could no longer cry,
my bruises could no longer be coverd with all of the lies.
why did i let you?
do the things you did?
why couldn't i have left you,
the first time i saw your hand raised high.
high above my helplessness.
why couldn't anyone stop you from the pain you caused?
i was stupid for believing everything you said.
that i was worthless and a waste of space
that no one could ever love a chinc as hideouse as myself.
why did you do it?
say those hatered things you said?
how could you hit me with such shame and pitiness?
why did you tell me you loved me only to treat me as a nothing.
an insinifigant being to a man with such importance.
i was stupid for staying,
for believing you could change.
that all those words ment nothing,
and the hitting was just a game.
excepting those pathetic apologies,
knowing that it would never change.
and so i did die that day,
when you could no longer hurt me.
*please fill free to comment. i would love to know what others think*
