I see a new message alert 

and I flinch as I open it,

ready for the whip

to strike my emotions.


Your words always have a way

of doing that to me,

cutting through my flesh,

piercing the bone.


You left my feelings exposed,

vulnerable to your beatings

but I took it because

I needed you in my life.


But I reached a point

I couldn't take the abuse

anymore, even if these bruises

were all self-inflicted. 

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