Unseen Bruises

She feels like an object, handled, used - discarded when no longer needed. She tried to speak, to whisper her pain, but somehow, she became the problem. Gaslighting, manipulation - a cycle so toxic, it wraps around her like chains. He never raised a hand, but she almost wishes he had. This silent war is breaking her, unseen bruises on her soul. Can't you see the damage? Or do you not care? She starts to believe this is all she deserves - your words, your coldness, your twisted love. The trauma bond grips her tight, fear whispering she'll never escape. She loves you, but love shouldn't feel like this. She isn't strong enought to leave, too dependent, too broken, trapped in a cage you built around her heart. Lonely, aching, fading- but to you, she is nothing more than an emotionless object.