Voice

The beginning was a love story. 

He was always touching me. He told me he wanted me. He told me loved me. He wouldn't let me sleep. He told me he couldn't live without me. I couldn't go a day without talking to him. He always wanted me to hang out with him. He said he wanted what was best for me.

Five years later and he was always touching me, even when i pleaded with him to stop. He told me he wanted me, while he went around with countless other girls. He told me loved me, then turned around and called me a fucking bitch. I was so, so tired, and he wouldn't let me sleep. When I told him this relationship was killing me, he told me he couldn't live without me. I couldn't go a day without talking to him for fear of a bombardment of texts and calls. He always wanted me to hang out with him, and would get furious if I spent any time with anyone else. He said he wanted what was best for me, even if it meant lying.

It took me a long time to realize I had lost my voice.