This feeling in me isn't like any other,
Words cannot describe the ache in me, as a million pictures flash through my mind.
Dreams are no longer dreams, but tainted displays of the cruelty I had endure
By
Your
Hand
And it hurt. The mental breaks, the physical injuries.
Nothing compared to the tears I had inside. The tears I never cried.
Digging further, a brain that cannot process these damages finds a few more memories.
"Let us relive this" it echoes in promise, as the emotional anguish and the need to be numb are driven into my chest.
My heart, my mind.
Both damaged.
And the emotions I denied just to survive?
Creeping out, slowly, slithering like serpents, wrapping around my throat.
"Scream" it whispers
And I do
Too loud. Too long
