The PTSD never goes away,
Every second; day after day.
Their hands around their throats; and I'm the only one who cared,
I will never be repaired.
The only person who stopped them,
I'm like a flower with a broken stem.
My best friend; My boyfriend,
They just wanted it to end.
I saved them everytime; They moved,
I don't know if they are still alive; If only I could have proved.
That I will never forget,
As I get a new pet.
I named it his name; my best friend,
I will never mend.