your memory haunts me in ways i dont even notice yet
my heart has scabbed over and been knit back together in all the places that you broke it
i don't wear the bruises you gave me like tattoos anymore

but there's something deeper that lies there
an effect that i can't name but can only attribute to you

my mind feels warped like it's been tampered with
like you've gotten inside my thoughts and changed little details
to affect the whole story

i mean who was i before you ruined me?
before i destroyed myself, what would my life have looked like?