You just watched. You just watched as every day I am hurt. I lay on the floor bleeding and broke. You just watched looking through your cold, dead eyes. You never helped, you never spoke up, and you never did anything. I lay here today, bleeding and broken, possibly dying this time; choking on the blood that flows in my mouth, bubbling on my lips. I lay here struggling on the floor to breath, choking on my own blood, convulsing from lack of oxygen, staring at you.
I'm still watching as you slowly walk over to me; you bend down reaching for me. You place a hand on my head, the other on my side, instead of my back. Pain flares through me and blood drains from my mouth and throat to the floor. As the blood drains, the oxygen slowly returns, and so does the power to think clearly. At this I realize that you just saved my life and that if you let me go I will start to choke again. At this I realize the my life is now in your hands.
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My life is in your hands, so what are you going to do? Hold me and prove that I mean something to you. Or will you put me back down, and watch me suffocate again and die this time, or watch me suffocate, to lift me again? Will you save me? Will you torture me? Will you let me die? It's your choice, my life is in your hands. So what are you going to do?
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You hold me, you surprise me. I've seen you watching me for ages. You watch as I was beaten, you watched as I was broken, while you were chained to a wall slowly dying inside. I was beat, I was broken, raped, tortured, and you were forced to watch it all.