he made me forget
about the scars
that lined up
and down my wrist

he made me forget
about all of the words
that people screamed
at me

he made me forget
the voices that haunted
my thoughts, as if
they suddenly vanished

he was the boy
that made me feel like
there was no other girl
he would rather be with

"why did you choose me?"
"you're one of a kind."


but, as soon as he
left, i began to see
the disgusting scars

i began to hear
the voices that
used to torment me

i began to listen
to the things people
screamed at me,
and actually believe them.


he was the boy
that made my life
a living hell
after he left me
for good.