I never thought it could happen to me. I found someone who treated me right. I thought everything was fine, until the day I got my first bruise.
You said you did it on accident and that it would never happen again.
You said that you had issues and that I could help. You said I could change you.
I tried day after day to help you, to fix you. I put all my effort into you.
You said that you would do bad things to yourself if I left.
I tried leaving.
That’s when my bruises appeared.
You grabbed my arms pinning me on the ground.
I started kicking, screaming, struggling to get away.
You slabbed, you punched, you put your hand over my mouth so others couldn’t hear my cry for help.
I couldn’t breath.
I was terrified for my life.
How could someone hurt another person like that?
You didn’t just physically hit me.
You mentally killed me.
People ask why I didn’t leave.
I tried so many times. I didn’t want to stay.
He physically didn’t let me leave.
My body has bruises from where your hand and words hit me.
I can thank you for one thing, teaching me how no man should ever treat a woman.
I’m healing.
When I am healed, I won’t flinch when I see a hand raised near me.
I’m healing.