Two years ago I crashed and burned. I was being sexually abused, and physically too; I never think I'll get over it. Later on, I went into hospital; I'd taken an overdose of paracetamol. Not fun. Councillors and psychologists were like moths to a flame - not one did any good. I remember every moment with him. Even down the details of his stumble. It's really quite amazing what you can remember when you're trying to forget it all. I never think I'll get over it. These days I cut; I scar, burn and pierce the body he once treated so badly. I don't see anything bad in that - I'm in control of myself now, not him.
'These wounds won't seem to heal. This pain is just too real.
There's just too much that time cannot erase.'
Evanescence
