I punch walls because I can't punch him.

He never goes away.

I thought I saw him on the street today. I even circled the block to make sure. It wasn't him.

It scared the fuck out me.

When I got home I talked to a friend of mine. Her friend is being abused by her husband. He beats her.

People don't understand domestic violence. I do.

It never goes away. I still hear "I'll slit your fucking throat when you are sleeping you fucking cunt." I haven't slept well since that statement.

It takes a second for them to pull you in and then a decade goes by.

It's like quick sand...your drowning and you don't know how to get out.