All over my body.
It is black and blue, probably purple too.
Hidden in the clothing I wore.
Hiding my limping so they don't ask questions at all.
Last night, he hit me again and again.
I counted the seconds until it ended.
360 seconds until I broke into a sob.
It's a pity how I became used to it all.
It still stings when it is touched.
Which is why I don't need any hugs.
Did they notice how I flinch
Everytime they get close?
Did the neighbours hear my cries?
Or did they ignore it like last time?
Pain is something that encases me,
Like a warm hug.
