Hurt spirits return
and the voice that haunts
an image brings tears
and a memory that breaks me down
words are just breath taking and i cant breathe
i cant close my eyes because he is the first thing i see
i am scared
a night mare that terrified a memory that is violated
he ruined many days
a simple piece of card board paper, black ink and a broken heart
a day to appear
a day to testify in court against the boogie man in my reality
