There were always signs The words he chose to speak His actions towards others A subtle yet telling act And yet here I was This man calling me his There’s always times of uncertainty But it’s not that bad Not that bad As we get in fights every week It’s my fault though It’s somehow always my fault My fault when he hurts himself My fault when he cries My fault when I’m sad My fault when anything isn’t his way I’m so done I’m a hollow shell of who I once was I fake a smile in his direction As I desperately pray for an escape Finally I was able to get out He did everything he could to manipulate me To try and regain his control But it was too late I had seen who he really was Knowing he had lost he turned to flee He used his last seconds to once again Tell me it’s my fault He shut the door wide open