You tell me, I am not like most girls,and learn to kiss me with your eyes closed.You make me feel wanted.Everyone wants to have what we have.But what they don't know...is that its all an illusion.I am trapped! I CANNOT BE LIKE MOST GIRLS.I have learned to cover up the bruises.Always followed by, "I'm sorry, I love you".I make excuses for you even when I know I shouldn't.You tell me my opinions don't matter.And when I cry,and threaten to leave,you always lure me back in."I'm sorry, I love you".You make me hate myself.I am constantly scared to "disobey".I have lost everything that makes me, me.I am up all hours of the night,thinking of how this can be fixed.It cant be.But I can.I send one last text...Its over."I'm so sorry. Please don't do this. I love you so much".One of many apologies.But this time,it is neither wanted,nor needed.