Beautiful artwork by @parul_paroo

I am just a girl,

People say, "You are just a small girl".

I used to agree to all this until last week, when i saw him; a demon as i say.

Now what? What's the difference, you must ask.

The change is inside me.

The void which changed me from a girl child to a witness in a day's time.

A testimony to what all she is going through in that poisonous well is what i am now.

I cant be a child anymore cause now i am scared of him, i m scared out if wits to become just his object.

I m scared of taking her place someday, i m scared of losing my voice, my nerve, me entirely.

No one will here my whispers,

I don't wish to be left alone in a dark room with no one to help, not even myself.

Today she is the object of torture, tomorrow i might end up being one.

She has decided to settle her soul in this venom, but why?

Why is the fear of leaving always overplaying the fear of staying why?

Is it so hard to just leave?

Is it so hard to yell back at him?

Is it so hard to tell him to STOP?

Is it?