I refuse

Am I supposed to stand here and watch you constantaly physically, mentally, and verbally abuse me?

Am I supposed to cover up the scars and the wounds to stop anyone from asking?

When you're through with me, am i supposed to quickly wipe away the tears, stop the heaping, and pretend to be okay?

Well I can't and I'm sure not sorry in anyway about that, you deserve those sleepless nights, headaches, and any other pain that you have, beause it's just a fraction of how I feel.

Just the sight of you sickens me.

I hope Karma finds you at the darkest hour.