You

Here I am, not there anymore, not in that place that you adore. Thinking back and it still hurts, those things you did to me:breaking, beating torturing and the very sound of my ripping shirt! I got away, for I own my own life. No more bruises, scrapes, cuts and stabs from that very same knife. My blood flows no more, I'm free now and as I run and run.... I feel it, its haunting me and draining me, The demon inside me! Life holds nothing and this is true, look at me now.... I'm "you"