Why me

I used to think "why me" when things would turn out bad,
did i do something wrong to make you get so mad.
But then one day after years of hiding behind the curtain,
i knew i had to leave you or i would die, that's for certain.
The beatings never stopped no matter how much i cried,
you always told me i was worthless and thought i always lied.
I didn't do anything wrong to deserve all those bruises,
and out of me and you,you're the one that losses.
I found the courage to leave you to start my life alone,
to live life my way, and to build myself a home.
But one thing i will thank you for,is making me so strong,
because thanks to you no man will ever again treat me wrong.