Why?

"Me, quitting is impossible! It's impossible." I always told myself that. Until you hit me with your hands, again.. I felt destroyed, it felt like I was no longer secured in your arms, that I was no longer respected and cared for. I kept on hitting you back, I wanted to fight for myself. You physically and emotionally damaged me. What did I do to deserve that? And I never got to hear an answer. All I did was cry myself to sleep every night thinking "Why?" I gave you my life, I gave you everything. I loved you with not just half of me, but my whole being. But why hit me? Last thing I was thinking that moment was I wanted to die, if you only knew what was going on the other side of that door. I was scratching myself, I wanted to cut, I kept hitting myself harder and harder every time I think about what you did and the pain kept going on.. I couldn't stop my tears, and until this very moment, I can't seem to hold it back. I could still feel the pain, as if you're hitting me right now. As soon as I walked out that door all you said was "Wag ka nang babalik dito!" And as I closed it, all I said was "It's over."