Bruise Me

Lend me,
A helping hand.
Wrap your fingers,
Around mine.
Help me pick myself up off the ground.

The events play over and over,
In my head.
The way,
You hit me.
The way,
You knocked me down.

The way,
The venom rolled out of your mouth,
Without remorse.

I just laid there,
With my silence.
It came out to protect me,
So I patted it on the head,
As you yelled.

And when you calmed down,
My silence hid away,
And the tears came rushing down.
You just offered me your hand,
Not another word escaping your mouth.

So lend me,
That helping hand.
Help me pick myself up from where you put me.
But don't think you're the hero,
In this story.
Lent me your hand,
And you picked me up,
So I could dust myself off.
But does the hero in the story,
Save me,
If he's the one who hurt me?
No.
The hero can't be the villain too.
And you?
I may love you,
But you are the villain,
In my story.