One day I couldn't reconize myself. I looked in the mirror and couldn't find my face from all the troubles of the world. I wear a smile to cover the pain as I wash away the blood and scars. He hit me. As the red washed away my mind did too. I felt weightless as if my very soul was taken with every blow delivered. Washed away like makeup down the drain to reveal my actual self. Bruises and scars. All of it revealed as I looked into the mirror. In search of self like I am trying to find waldo. Solving a jigsaw puzzle but the pieces don't fit. You can't put me back together so easily. The pieces don't fit. Is this what love is. The blood,the sweat, the tears. I try to scrub away the violence off my face, shed my skin because I am uncomfortable. My skin is not normal. I am disgusted by its image. I am not ok. Is that ok. Wish hoping he wont come home angry. In my head I am screaming. Why did this had to happen to me, doesn't he love me. Am I enough. Parts of my stay numb. I feel numb, oblivious to stimulus that stimulates the stimuli which is I. Myself, as I take the mental and physical blows.  I just hope for a better tomorrow, but to my sorrow it doesn't work that way. Until I lift my head.....No More.