I still have scars
Not just physical, but
mental scars from you
that never seem to fade

You seemed to show no interest
when I begged for help
or when I needed your love
and comfort.

You slammed my door so hard
that it broke one day.
So did a little piece of me.
I just wanted to show you attention,
The attention you never gave me.

You get mad when I sit quietly,
isolated in the darkness of my room.
I shake whenever you walk past
my door, its become a habit.

Screams scare me now.
I don't seem to want attention from anyone
I still sit alone, in my quiet room
I've turned into a wallflower.
and you're the reason why.