Broken down

You hurt me. Attacked me. Physically & verbally. For a long time I believed I wasn't good enough. That I would die. You used me. Took advantaged of me. But I stayed. Every time I tried to escape, you'd be at the front door waiting. I was locked up. In hell. & there was no way to get out. No way to escape. I would be stuck their til my last days. When you weren't around. I found myself hurting myself. It hurt more when I did it to myself. I felt pain when you hurt me. But I loved when I did it. I knew I couldn't hurt you. I loved you. No one could change that. & I'm still here. Sometimes hoping you would change. But I know you won't. This is normal for us. This was our life.