I remember her smile
so peaceful and meek.

I remember her love
so easy to seek.

I remember her comfort
never needing to peek.

I remember The Cup
the last happy thought

I remember their hands
they never got caught

I remember his* * eyes
so vicious and satanic.

I remember his * voice
filled with profanities.

I remember the *whip
markings stories on my skin.

Stories of this unwanted sin,
inside my soul,
beneath my skin,
they cut my wings,
and these scars continue to sting.

Multiple times I have tried to forget,
but nightmares is all I seem to get.

The stories on my skin are my only friends,
as they do not judge me or pretend.

But I do remember,
I remember it all,
sadly the world will never more
get rid of these stories that circle within,
because we all remember..
remember within

"How are you" ,they ask almost monotone-like.
"I'm great " she responds.
Her smile fades as soon as there eyes close.
Her heart breaks just as images flash in her brain.
Holding her head she lets out a silent scream.
Can they not see?
A smile here.
A tears there,
Always disguised,
Never to let rise.
Holding in her demons,
But how long will she last
Before what she fears, lashes back at her.
"I'm fine..
I'm okay ...
I'm alright...
I'm....
I ....
Hello....
Hey....
Help...
Me...."

Spill your treasures young child,
for your tears are not in vain.
Your smile will no longer bring pain,
no longer will you experience the horrid rain.
Just remember to look at the moon’s beauty,
for it is your reflection flickering back.