Why are you doing this to me. It’s been over a year and a half, and you still hurt me. You say you’re sorry, and that you won’t let it happen again. It always happens. We’re sitting on the couch then next thing I know I’m fighting to escape your grasp, that leaves bruises on my arms. Why do you hit me. I don’t want to live like this anymore. I hurt myself because of you. I cry at night because of you. I tell you I love you. and it’s the truth. but I don’t know how much longer I can stand this.
I don’t want to leave you. I don’t. I won’t leave you. Please stop this though. You hurt me so often, I’m using so much makeup to cover up my black eyes and bruises. I’m only 16, Love. Please stop this. I’m begging you. I know you’ll never be able to read this, and if you do, you wont know this is me, but I just want you to know, that I love you, and I always will. I love the old you. I love the way we used to be. I love the way we lied in the grass, falling asleep after staring at the clouds. I want us to be like that again. but I know that things will never be the same. You will never not hit me. There will never be a time when I don’t have to be afraid when you lift your arm. There will never be a time when I won’t be afraid when you lock your arms around be, or hold my face by my neck. I’m so sorry I can’t say this to you in person. Please forgive me.