Survival
You started to hurt me in the smallest of ways
But the infliction of pain increased with the days.
I kept thinking you'd change, or so I prayed
I wanted to make it work so I choose to stay.
I stayed until that terrible last night
when the bruises and blood resulted from your trying to take my life.
I had to make that night the last while I was still alive
Because I knew there would be a next time and I wouldn't survive.
Now, years later, the bruises on my body have healed
But the scars on my heart and in my mind will forever be real.
But the infliction of pain increased with the days.
I kept thinking you'd change, or so I prayed
I wanted to make it work so I choose to stay.
I stayed until that terrible last night
when the bruises and blood resulted from your trying to take my life.
I had to make that night the last while I was still alive
Because I knew there would be a next time and I wouldn't survive.
Now, years later, the bruises on my body have healed
But the scars on my heart and in my mind will forever be real.
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