There are many who dont wish to sleep for fear of nightmares. Sadly there are many who dont wish to wake for the same reason.
My skin. Blue and purple.
My eyes. Swollen and red.
My heart. Broken in two.
This is my reality.
My silent cries echo through my mind as his words form a hand which wraps around my throat leaving me speechless. His words are replaced with scars, one cut for each hurtful name he has called me 2 cuts for each time he called me worthless and 3 cuts for each time he made me feel like what he says is true.
I am no one.
