*There are marks on my body
that don’t fade with the bruises
A broken spirit can’t be healed by stitches,
And as much as I want to pull myself together
You relentlessly haunt me in my dreams
And waking up, screaming, I do realize
The pain is long gone,
But your deeds cannot be undone.
You stole my childhood,
But that’s okay, you can keep it –
All I want is for you to be gone.*
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 9:32 AM UTC
*There are marks on my body
that don’t fade with the bruises
A broken spirit can’t be healed by stitches,
And as much as I want to pull myself together
You relentlessly haunt me in my dreams
And waking up, screaming, I do realize
The pain is long gone,
But your deeds cannot be undone.
You stole my childhood,
But that’s okay, you can keep it –
All I want is for you to be gone.*