Beat up&;#063; You are not alone.

I feel his hands around my throat. Still.
I can feel the pain, it's sore all over still.
My eyes are black.
Lips cut.
Ribs ache.
Heart break and crush.
And the memories of all that
silent shaking. Fear and Pain.
My body still shows it
but my mind tries to hide,
the bruises and damage done.
Am I living? Still?
Did I make it through? Again?
Why am I not weaker? I'll greet death.
How long this time for my wounds to heal?
Before they are replaced in a fresh beating,
or laid over my broken body.
Can I, will I breathe, Still?
And walk,
Away.