They say forgiveness is a virtue but I’d rather keep my anger, patronising and belittling me , inside jokes kept all to yourself.

laughing manically as im brought down to my knees, with every whip I took he stood and watch me bleed.

Insulting my intelligence renaming it banter, each and every night I cried, laid next to me pretending not to notice blissfully falling asleep even sitting in the same house suffocated me.

Stuck in hell but I couldn’t leave, threats running through my veins, a shadow of myself as I began to fade away.

Called me crazy enough times it became a fact.

Scared little me has long gone now, buried underneath incessant rage,

The strength I swallowed deep is finally

Leaking through there’s about to be a fucking storm, heading right for you.

Walk a mile in my shoes and tell me what you see, I tried to play nice with my past but it keeps on hunting me every dark Corner looming over my bed, the sound of your voice on repeat constantly in my head.

Tell me how can I forgive and forget each way he tortured me.

Tell me how to move on when subconsciously

I’m being haunted by the evil in my past.

Every day I pray that it’s all just a bad dream.