I will show you my scars if you try to ask nicely
And I will tell you how to break or entice me.
Turn off the lights and see the glowing bruises.
Silent treatment was his favorite weapon to use.
No, it does not hurt, but is still does haunt me,
The venomous jokes and nicely done taunting.
He was one of the good ones until he was not.
This is now my hell, and all I do here is rot.
I could use a friend, I could use a new lover.
I could hug my cold skin under the covers.
I will tell you where the ink turns into blood
And I will show you how to drag a name
Right through the mud.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 