Yesterday

Yesterday you hit me,
You actually placed your hands on me
Except this time it was to cause me pain
The first time you hit me all I saw was rain.
Rain from the anxiety I was feeling
I felt like keeling, over and dieing
Instead of actually taking the time of actually crying,
Over you.

Yesterday you hit me,
After you said you wouldn’t anymore.
It might have been only twice
But I refuse to take this door.
To go down a pathway of pattern
Where I’m never truly happy
Because I’m crying over you.

Yesterday you hit me
And a busted lip I have
Three months ago you hit me
And bruises I had
But the mental pain you caused me
Will never go away
As I take the time to cry cause you hit me yesterday.