Too many times

How many times have you bit your tongue to not scream?

How many times have you worn a long sleeved shirt to hide the fact you got hit?

How many times have you held yourself whispering “It’ll be okay.”

How many times have you put make up on to hide the scars you put there.

How many times were you told “That’s only a flick compared to what’s coming next time.”

How many times have you made excuses for their behavior?

How many times have you blamed yourself?

How many times did you look at the mirror and absolutely hated what you saw?

How many times have you wished you were dead, but that didn’t matter because you were already dying on the inside?

How many times have you cut yourself?

Overdosed?

Smoked?

Drank?

All to ease the pain. Too many times to count. Life is too short to dread moments like these. Accept the fact that they happened. Don’t dread what happened, but what you have learned from it. Don’t feel like you can’t tell anyone.