I pull on my long sleeve shirt Careful not to hit the bruises.
I look in the mirror and see the scars and the fat lip and try to cover them so no one can see.
I cry as I struggle to get to my bed, pain sweeping through my veins.
How could you do this to someone?
Why me? What did I do?
I think hard as that night replays in my mind.
Your cold hard hands around my neck and blood dripping to the floor.
I cared for you and you told me the same, but you showed me differently.
With every hit you took, you killed apart of me, took away some of my love.
With every hit I began to realize,
You don’t have the right to hurt me.
I won’t deal with this pain.
I’m no longer scared of you and what you can do.
You hurt me and I have the scars to show, but you made me stronger.
