06/03/17

Three more days.

Three more days until I feel something more.

Three more days until the abuse is over.

Three more days until I can't breathe.

Three more days until I stop.

Three more days until the pain disappears.

Three more days until my world stops.

Three more days until my body is disposed of, as well as my thoughts.

The only bad part is that I won't be able to see him.

Smile at him.

Laugh with him.

Talk to him.

Look at him.

Feel his touch.

Feel his love.

That's all I have...

...for three more days.

- C.B