So many times I was left bruised, Beaten down by your actions, Scarred by your harsh words, And yet, through it all I stood by you, I convinced myself things would change, That it would get better, That this time was the last time, Deep down I knew that it wasn’t, The feelings inside me grew, I knew that I had to leave yet, I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t hurt you like you did me, I didn’t want to imagine the same pain inflicted on you, So I stayed, and now as I lay here, speaking my final words on the death bed you laid for me, I can only bring myself to apologize, for getting mascara on your shirt as I cry
M.K.








