I Need to Vent

I'll never talk about it.
I'll just write about it.
I will remain
Voiceless.
Faceless.
My bruises are only for him to see, my pain is only his to heal, my tears are for him to dry...so if you see me hunched over in public...please..don't touch me...don't ask me "Are you okay?!?!" BecauseI'll just lie.
I'll just hide
Myself from you.
From the truth
From the abuse
I am his to fix.
To love.
Don't pity me.