Losing

Head against the pavement,
eyes to the stars,
how did I end up here?
Who have I become?
Hands behind my back,
cold metal pinching skin,
I grit my teeth with pain.
Where do I begin?
His fingers knotted in my hair,
My head pulled out the window.
I helplessly try to push back,
and end up with a bruise on my elbow.
Maybe it was two years ago,
when sneaking through a store,
we strolled out with free items,
but never made it out the door.
Pick my scabs until they bleed,
I drown in my sins.
One thing's for sure,
I'll never, ever win.