It's been two years... two years since it all stopped. Two years since I stopped

crying into my pillow every night. Two years since the bruises stopped

appearing. Two years since crimson splatters stained the clean, white walls.

Two years since I woke up in the hospital...all alone. It's been 2 years since she

came, begged for forgiveness, and whisked my away to comfort, money, and

loneliness. It's been two years since I was saved. It's been two years that I am

free from your reign. Two years... today. So why do I still have the scars?
Afishyinthesea Afishyinthesea
Dec 14, 2012