I am the memories that haunt me The demons that hold me down And paralyze me with fear, The ones that remind me not to trust The ones i hold dear.
Sometimes I wish to forget it all, To run away, Hoping to numb the pain From the scar that has yet to fade.
I am the memories that haunt me I can feel it in my body The aches and the terror, The screams, The cries, And the pleading.
Sometimes I can still hear your voice, See the way you cowered in fear, Holding back the tears, Hoping he would stop.
I was the spectator that was too scared To speak. I wish i had screamed and cried, Pleaded for it to stop But I froze as the lump in my throat grew And I struggled to breathe
From that moment on, I surrendered my voice, Changed my way of being, Hoping that we would one day flee From these blood stained walls. I may forgive But i will never forget Because I have become the memories that haunt me, The scar that never heals