It is remembering
The love with alterior
Motives that changed
My perspective.

It is the loud moments
Of my parents
Replacing any good
In their souls

Hell is not a place
I go to when I die
But a way of life
I did not choose.

It is in her smile
From a thousand miles
Between us.

It is in the darkness
In my own head
That I will never
Escape.

I have come to know hell
In many ways,
It is a part of my past.

So I will bear it
Like a scar
Until I no longer
Feel the weight.