weak...
I was weak...
lying here lifeless...
in pain... so so much pain...
Why did I let him do this to me? We've been together for a year and here we are. I'm so stupid for letting him do this to me.
By this time I was numb all over. bruises all over. cuts all over. blood all over. he doesn't even know how bad this hurts to lay here in so much pain, not even enough strength to blink one eye.
The force of his foot kicking my rib reoccurring every second possibly breaking my rib.
I hate this.
I'm so alone...lost in my own terrible thoughts. I just want to leave. stop my pain. just leave forever. nobody will even notice. I can't handle this anymore. I'm done trying to fake being happy.
Lost in my own thoughts it took me a moment to realize I was being pulled up by strong hands around my arm. Being thrown against the wall, punches being thrown from left to right. I definitely will have dark bruises everywhere but nothing I'm not used to. Nothing concealer can't fix. Finally, it's stopped... or I just passed out. It's not the first time this week.
I'm being pulled into our....or my room I should say since he is never here. Here he lays me in the comforting white sheets of the bed where I've been hiding from the world. I lay there in silence as he leans over and kisses my forehead with that infamous stench of alcohol and cigarettes. I lay still...completely disgusted by his act of affection after hours worth of beatings. I'm left in the dark silence with my suicidal thoughts. Tears beginning to form as I sleep away the events of tonight. Wanting to forget everything.
