she bit off the hand that whipped me

I don't want to be his therapist

they smiled with guilt

why must i be the one who is whipped with his mental health

they walked away and went through their day

leave me alone i wanted to say

but i am there to be his abused slave

they went on with their lives

while i was stuck with him by my side

he is yours not mine

i almost choked and died

i hate him

i hate this life

i will escape

to a home that is mine

i will run

i will fight

fuck you

i am not saying goodbye


she made me want to live

not die