Help, help

Help, help. That was what I thought when you started talking to me. They told me that a healthy relationship is staying through the thick and thin. Well while your voice thicken my heart thinned, is that what they meant? When my tears thicken your temper thinned. This thick and thin means nothing if you get a bruise or two, whether it's in your heart or on your arm. I kept turning blue when you looked at me. If your words didn't kill surely your hands would. And how am I supposed to know that your words won't turn into your fists? For even your mouth feels like a punch. My heart turns blue, my flesh peels off my bones. If I speak in one wrong tone it's over for my throne. The throne you put me on before I needed you. Now I need you and you know. That's why I can't let go. My eyes shut as my heart pounded with dispare. "Why would you do this?" I cried I lifted my head to see my reflection. To my surprise she started to talk and said. Because my dear he did not see you for what you were. He saw you through his broken and cracked rose gold glasses.