Rainbow

I always enjoyed painting on a canvas,
But soon I have learned the canvas with me. 
A whole damn year I felt locked in my head,
Praying for the day I got to set myself free. 
The truth played around in my head, and if I didn’t run, I might end up dead. 
I remember that sharp pain struck my face, 
the color in your hands were dripping red. Those 2 AM fights, I feared your strength, the door you ripped off the door hinge. You threw it at me and never missed a shot. 
The bruises on my arm started turning orange. 
I kept our relationship quiet for so long.
I was too nice, You were too mean.
My friends noticed the pain and I turned them away,
The bruises on my body started to turn yellow and green.
I had felt so emotionally damaged,
Karma is coming, and you don’t have a clue.
The way you choked me with your bare hands.
The way my face turned purple and blue.
You killed me before I could runaway,
All those red flags, the signs you show.
The way you abused me, turned me into a canvas.
My body, your canvas, looks like a rainbow.