When a thought of him appears, I shove it down inside. To the deepest depths of my soul. Where 6 years of hell can hide.

Every memory of him a fleeting cloud. A hollow tree. A ghost of what we never were. What I thought we'd be.

Thank God for taking him away.
Thank God I didn't stay.

I was so deep in his anger. I was so beat down by his words.

He stole a piece of me. My innocence. My dignity. For awhile...I thought it was real. I thought it was how I should feel.

The abuse was more than I could take,
And I'm thankful he's now someone else's mistake.