My boyfriend leaves scars on me.
I run in fear as he drunkenly lunges at me not with his fists , but with a knife.
I’m scared but love him, I don’t know how to leave.
He says he’ll kill me if I try to run.
My mother scared and afraid shows up at our house.
I throw on a hoodie to hide the scar , but she can’t see right through me.
She claims she could see it in my eyes.
She took me home that nig...