I'm sitting here trying to figure out what to write but the words don't come because my throat is choked with the deep black, blue and red emotions of trauma.

It seems like every time I close my eyes I see your hand coming towards my cheek and feel the sting of your words as they lash my hair, stomach, and face.

Yet at the same time there's a piece rooted deep inside of me that says I'm okay because I finally did it.

I left.