I don’t care if you hit me to soothe the abused child in you
I don’t care if you scream at me just to challenge the quiet child who was told to shut up
I don’t care if you abandon me just to feel what was done to you
I don’t care if you torture me just to heal your tortured soul who just wanted to be loved
I don’t care if you play with my feelings just because it was done to you
My heart might beat but I’m already dead
I might be alive but I’m only surviving
I only survive because you make me
I may cry but it’s only because you hit me so hard
I may wince but it’s only because you screamed so loud
I may come crawling back but it’s only because I don’t know what else to do
I may forgive you but it’s only because I think you’ll change
I think you’ll heal my quiet child who wants to scream and kick and cry and hurt but she’s too busy holding your abused child together
She can’t live anymore,
she just survives,
beating your heart for you,
while you beat her black and blue