Those marks

by Jay   Aug 9, 2008


Form the black eyes
To a slap upon my face

From dragging me along the ground by my hair
To a bloody nose

Form being pined up against the wall by him
To being called worthless

From trying to leave so many times
To getting beaten harder every attempt i made to leave

Form the long, loud, painful arguments
To coming home with a black eye and a bloody nose

From the feeling of every one of his hard blows
To the tears that rolled down my face
day- after- day, night- after- night

From the morning that i feared to go to school
To the time i spent telling my parents and close friends that i loved them
because i wasn't sure if i was going to be alive the next morning to say "i love you"

From the last beating
To finally getting rescues form my on going nightmare

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