Taken

"It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone."
― Rose Kennedy

I'm broken. Damaged. Irreparable. Unworthy of being fixed.

No matter how much I smile, laugh, or say that "I'm fine", in reality, I'm still in pain.

I've tried to mask it. Act like everything is perfect and flawless. In public, I act like he is my prince charming, like he would do me no harm. If only they knew what he did to me behind closed doors.

I just wanted someone to save me. Save me from this living hell.

He did.

He saved me.

Saved me from being abused, manipulated, and even killed.

I didn't want him to help me. No, I wanted him to stay away from me but he pushed his way into my life. Into my heart. And that is where he is going to stay whether I liked it or not.