Your Love's a Lie

I'm so tired of The Boy's lies. I just look at him and he lies to me. I'm not even sure if he knows what the truth is anymore. Sometimes I just wish he'd hit me, just beat me, at least then there would be a physical manifestation of the pain and I could fight back. I can't fight the lies. I'm too weak. Each time I want to believe that the lie is the truth. I want to believe that this time it's finally for real. I have hope and hope is a terrible thing. My hope keeps me a prisoner, it keeps me enslaved to this Boy.
-Chel