I lose my footing, I am falling.
I can’t stop.
I try to reach and clutch onto anything that I can,
But that only creates scars.
I try to scream and shout,
But I only lose my voice.I fall further,
further into the abyss of your words,
further into the abyss your destruction.
Further I tumble.
I no longer recognise who I am,
Who the person standing in the mirror is.I’m reminded that I almost gave you everything.
I’m reminded of all your malicious
traps that I fell so far into.
I’m reminded of what you made me into.I start to pull myself out of the hole
that you dug so deep for me,
It takes time, but I finally get to the top.
I gasp for breath, like it was my first.
Trying to cleanse myself of you.I realize that,
no matter how much I change
how I look or try to grow up,
no matter how many tears I cry,
no matter how much I try and forget you,
I will always be scared and
I will never be rid.
of the man who said he cared,but pushed me into the path of his destruction.
©georginakdingle
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Domestic abuse
RandomA short piece of writing describing the struggle of domestic abuse.