I remember when I was 4.
I remember the terrors.
I remember waking up to the fighting,
The mini wars.

I remember being locked
Outside all day,
While they snorted and smoked.
I remember being lonely and
Depressed most of my life.

I remember seeing that gun
Held to my mother's head.
I remember the fear.
I remember when they left.

I remember the cuts on my thighs
And how hard they were to hide.
I remember the last time I saw him.
I remember the pain of watching
Him smile and as we left.

I remember the beatings.
I remember the feeling of being used.
I remember it all in such great detail.