I can still hear his voice Telling me how worthless I am I can still feel his hands Over my throat choking me I can still see the blood Dripping to the floor From where he cut me I can still smell the beer On his slurred tongue I can still taste the iron in my mouth from where he would punch me repeatedly
I can still remember everything my brain allows me too
Whenever I see or hear something that reminds me of him I immediately break down