The Bruises You Couldn't See

If he didn't hit me today, then everything is fine... right?
If my skin carries no bruises, if my face still looks the same, then nothing happened... right?
If only my heart is bleeding, if only my mind is breaking under the weight of his words, then it doesn't count... right?
No.
Pain doesn't need fists.
Some scars are carved with words.
Some prisons are built inside the mind.
I won't lie for you anymore.
I won't smile just to make your violence look like love.
I won't whisper, „I'm okay, „ while I'm drowning inside myself.
I won't beg to be heard.
I won't beg to be loved.
I won't beg to be enough.
Tell them I was the problem.
Tell them I was too sensitive.
Tell them whatever helps you sleep at night.
The truth doesn't need your permission.
You tried to make me doubt my memories.
My voice.
My worth.
My sanity.
But you failed.
Because I remember every tear, every sleepless night, every word that cut deeper than your hands ever could.
You were the rain I prayed for during my darkest days.
But storms don't know how to love.
They only know how to destroy.
So I'll let the rain fall without me.
I'll walk away.
I'll choose myself.
And one day, you'll become nothing more than a name I no longer feel.
Because loving you was never worth losing myself.
Never again.