each drink you got more and more angry & each hit was more and more painful. as the weeks went on I had gotten so weak from your violence that I wanted to give up. falling to my knees begging you to stop, the next punch takes my breath away. as I lay on the ground holding my head screaming for dear life , you continue like you're unbothered by my pain. a hit here, a punch there, and a kick strong enough to make my heart stop. you scream at me like I'm worthless, slurring on your drunk words and throwing beer bottles at me like I'm your number one target. I push you away just enough for to stumble and fall but you grab me by my hair and throw me across the room like a rag doll. daily I tell you im done, I want out but you threaten my life and tell me you will kill me. in that moment I knew my silent screams for help mean nothing and I was eventually going to die.
