Time is not always the answer for wounds, that’s why there are scars.
In just a little over 6 months you scarred me more than I could’ve ever imagined.
Some nights when I close my eyes I can still see the blood.
I can still feel the cold metal of your gun.
I can still see the gleam of light off the blade of the knife.
I can still hear the sound of breaking glass, still see the holes in the walls and the curtains on the floor.
And try as hard as I might, I can still remember all the terrible things you said to me and tried to make me believe about myself.
I even still remember how scared I felt curled up in the corner of the kitchen with my hands on my head, hiding from you.
I remember all the times you almost wrecked the car because you were driving erratically while screaming at me.
I remember everything.
You can paint the picture anyway you want, we both know you were always good at spinning the truth, but I was there and I remember
~l m d