I will never admit what you’ve done to me.
I will never speak of the nights I’ve spent,
In front of the mirror
Asking myself why I had to live in this horrible body.
I’ve lost count of how many times
I screamed at the top of my lungs
To make my voice louder than yours.
To make my voice just like yours.
Now my words sound just like yours.
“You’re my strong girl”
Hands on neck.
“Stupid *****
Glass broken.
“I love you”
Black eyes.
“You don’t know anything”
I saw it all.
I heard it all.
I felt it all.
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 9:34 PM UTC
I will never admit what you’ve done to me.
I will never speak of the nights I’ve spent,
In front of the mirror
Asking myself why I had to live in this horrible body.
I’ve lost count of how many times
I screamed at the top of my lungs
To make my voice louder than yours.
To make my voice just like yours.
Now my words sound just like yours.
“You’re my strong girl”
Hands on neck.
“Stupid *****
Glass broken.
“I love you”
Black eyes.
“You don’t know anything”
I saw it all.
I heard it all.
I felt it all.
This goes out to all the children of domestic abuse. You may feel invisible but I see you. I am you.
