Taking A StandMature

What brings me here?
Is it a choice,
or is someone else leading me?

Everything I slam into hurts
It makes me hurt myself.

Why do I feel this way?
I thought you loved me
But you hurt me the most

When you're around you take the wheel
You lead us around the narrowing path
Straight into ditch

You drag my limp, unconscious body into the woods
You belittle me
Make me feel like I deserve what's happening to me.

I don't know if I can handle it
I tell you this, and you apologize,
but a couple days later the pain starts again.

This time we're having what seems to be a good day
You're arm constantly rests around my shoulders, hidden by the collar of my coat.
We look like the perfect couple to spectators.

But they're wrong
They can't see behind your facade
They can't see the fear in my eyes.

Each time I try to take a brave step away from you,
you jab your fingers into the sensitive nerves.
You force me to stay with you.

I tell you have to use the restroom.
I attempt to climb through the window.
I find you on the other side of it waiting.

You grab my wrist smoothly, yet harshly, bruising it
You whisper that I'm gonna get it now into my ear
You order me back to the car

I obediently comply to your orders
I don't try to scream for help
I don't shed my coat to expose the abuse;
I allow it to continue.

You open the door for me,
let down the window,
and lock the door

You shove me into the passenger seat,
I try to touch you, to tell you I'm sorry
I say it won't happen again.

You slam the door onto my hand, crushing it
You put you hand over my mouth to stifle my screams
You tell me "it sure as hell won't".

You get into your seat and start the engine
You speed to the abandoned side of the lake
You drive down the dock, right into the water.

I can't breathe
I can't move
My hand is still stuck in the door.

You're gone
You're at the surface
You've left me to die.

I awaken from my vision
I look at my surroundings;
Good. It hasn't happened yet.

I run from your grasp
I shed my coat
I yell in terror.

It's over. 
Finally, things are as they should be.
I can move on with my life.