Abuse.
It's called abuse.
Mental, emotional, physical.
It wasn't until he laid his hands on me that I knew it was abuse.
It came like a storm, gentle rain at first and then lightning struck.
It was how the wind pushed the trees.
Except it was him pushing me.
I had control.
That's what I tell myself.
I had control.
But he broke me
That's what it was
Like a heart attack, trouble breathing at first and then .. it stops.
That's how it happened
I began to fight back, you're hurting me I yelled.
And I defended myself as best as I could
Until I couldn't anymore
It was like hearing my heart stopped, that I instantly fell to the floor in a trembling cry for help
Only words I remember " you're such a bitch, you always cry for everything"
It was then that I lost control
It's called abuse you know
But it wasn't until that moment that I knew it was abuse
I ignored all the signs, all the warnings
Everything
Being an illiterate not knowing that love didn't start with a but with l, they both ended with e
But love didn't have to hurt this way
It's called abuse
And I am she, the girl who was a victim of abuse
A b u s e
I know it now
And this is just the beginning
