In sixteen days it'll have been two years
Two years of my life that I have spent
Looking over my shoulders when I walk
Questioning every car I get into
Spending hours on the porch in the cold
When I wake up screaming & shaking
From the same nightmare I have every night
Reliving that night over & over again
So clearly now that its burned into my eyelids
For the love of god I still flinch when touched
Everytime I relive it I feel rage & sadness
To the deepest levels of the emotions
I will never heal from you
I try to tell myself one day it wont hurt so bad
In sixteen days it'll mark two years
Two years since you ***** me
For which you spent two months in jail
Do you even regret it?
Do you loose sleep?
Do you ever think about how you ruined me?
Well...that's how I feel about it now..
Try asking me again next year.