I'm scared. I'm scared. I'm scared. I'm begin to shout as I sit in my empty room. I'm scared of him, I'm scared of myself. Im scared of the world. I think back to all the times he said he loved me. I think back to all the times we cuddled and watched movies. Then I think to the times we fought, the times he was to drunk to stand. The times he stood in the doorway slurring all his words to where he sounded crazy. Back to the times I sat there frozen as beat me, too scared to move a muscle as if moving would be the end of the world. To the times I stood in front of the mirror the morning after and seeing big purple bruises littering every inch of my body. This has become my normal. This was love.
