I Wish I Had Been Stronger
Because it hurt.
I remember
yelling
for him
to stop.
I remember
fighting back.
Punching.
Kicking.
Screaming.
But, I was
too weak.
It hurt.
It hurt
so bad.
I can
recall
the pain.
The voice
telling me
to shut-up.
Telling me
that he'd
kill me
if I screamed
one
more
time.
My breathing
was getting
harder.
His
was getting
faster.
My tears
were uncontrollable
just like his
laugh.
The most painful
five minutes
of my life.
I wanted it all
to be over.
Soon, I was
standing over
my cold
lifeless
body.
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Yasmine Rivera
I am 16 years old with a passion for writing poetry and books. My material is incredibly melancholy, so do not forget the tissues.
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