Second

Second guessing,
My whole life story
Judgmental glances
Second changes,

Saying sorry with no eye contact
A small flinch
Waiting for reaction.
Fearing, what hasn't been said.

Wishing for death
Shaking breaths.
Rapid heartbeats
With second regrets.

Look at me.
Actually see me.
Not your puppet.
Not your pet.

See more than just a broken object.
See more than your plaything.
More than something to abuse,
More than something to amuse,
         You.

There will not be a third chance.
A third glance.
Another dance ending with black and purple marks all over my body.

You open your mouth,
And I loose all my breath.
I still feel, your hands around my neck.

Tight,
Shaking.
Almost not waking.

No more. Chances.