I was laying on the cold hard floor.
The bathroom door ajar.
My tears dripped onto the ground.
He made me feel wanted.
But I never thought he could make me feel like a waste of air.
One hour he brought me so much happiness.
The next time I would be laying on the ground in pain.
Everyday I thought I could escape.
I would dream of a place beyond these walls.
A place without fists flying and screaming.
Covering up the bruises and acting like nothing ever happens.
As I lay here I hear the sound of his body falling to the floor.
At least I know as I take my last breath he will never do this to another girl again.