How many times have you bit your tongue to not
scream?
How many times have you worn a long sleeved
shirt to hide the fact you got hit?
How many times have you held yourself
whispering “It’ll be okay.”
How many times have you put make up on to hide
the scars you put there.
How many
times were you told “That’s only a flick compared to what’s coming next time.”
How many times have you made excuses for their
behavior?
How many
times have you blamed yourself?
How many
times did you look at the mirror and absolutely hated what you saw?
How many
times have you wished you were dead, but that didn’t matter because you were
already dying on the inside?
How many times have you cut yourself?
Overdosed?
Smoked?
Drank?
All to
ease the pain. Too many times to count. Life is too short to dread moments like
these. Accept the fact that they happened. Don’t dread what happened, but what
you have learned from it. Don’t feel like you can’t tell anyone.