3am and abruptly, I'm awoken
By yet another flashback
Accompanied by a throbbing headache
Reminding me I'm broken
But that's nothing but a bed of roses
Compared to the knives I had to endure with him
Two, four, six, not even ten
Pills of acetaminophen
Put me back to sleep
In my agony I lay back
Struggling not to relive the experience
But again I feel hands that creep
And explore my unwilling body
Ripping me of my wings
Leaving me all ******
My heart's pounding
My body's burning
Oh God! Does this ever end?
I guess not
Maybe its true trauma lasts forever
Because it's been 12 months
And it's been haunting me ever since