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 night crying.

Wondering how she could let this happen to me.

Her little girl was being beat everyday for a year.

I started drugs not because I wanted to but because they made me feel good.

I felt amazing.

I started losing weight.

But I was craving.

More and more I now felt that

I needed drugs to survive.

I fell asleep for a long time.

I saw a bright light and a staircase.

I slowly climbed up them afraid.

I saw god and beautiful land full of lushes trees.

He told me he would give me one more chance.

I woke up in the ICU.

My mom was hysterically crying.

Apparently they found me overdosed in the streets.

I cried and cried.

That’s when I decided to get clean.

That was my awakening