He took me out today. He knows im to scared to run away. He knows no one else will love me and no one else would take me in. After my dad kicked me out he was all I had left. The girl over there looks nice. With her light green eyes. My mom had green eyes. It was the type to gaze the night. The girl over there's wearing shorts. I can't because he doesn't want people to see the scars running down my legs. I used the foundation to cover up my arms and neck. I'm wearing sunglasses to hide my bruised eye. I could run right now but I won't. Why? You may ask. Oh, it's because he'll find me he always finds me. It's not about my ability to run it's about were. I have nowhere else to go and no one else to stay with. He's all I have left. So now I sit hear broken and tore apart cause im just a girl with scars running down her legs on a hot summer Thursday.
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With an Abuser
PoetryStories of events with an abuser Triggers: mentions of abuse, mentions of rape I believe, and other types of abuse
