Five years later, and I’m still learning
that what happened does not define me.
I remember the pain,
but I also remember that I survived it.
Your disgusting touch carved into my body
I still try to forget it.
I remind myself
that what happened in those years
will never define me.
The marks left on my body,
the words you said that bind me in agony,
they still echo in my mind,
forcing me to recall everything.
And still, I try to live beyond it.
The scars never went away,
neither did your handprints on my body.
You moved on with your life,
while I still try to rebuild mine.
Yet, I will rebuild it piece by piece,
so maybe one day
what happened will truly not define me.
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 12:31 PM UTC
Five years later, and I’m still learning
that what happened does not define me.
I remember the pain,
but I also remember that I survived it.
Your disgusting touch carved into my body
I still try to forget it.
I remind myself
that what happened in those years
will never define me.
The marks left on my body,
the words you said that bind me in agony,
they still echo in my mind,
forcing me to recall everything.
And still, I try to live beyond it.
The scars never went away,
neither did your handprints on my body.
You moved on with your life,
while I still try to rebuild mine.
Yet, I will rebuild it piece by piece,
so maybe one day
what happened will truly not define me.
