My Scars are Proof

You stabbed me

you stabbed me

you stabbed me

over

and over

and over again.

You twisted

and twisted

and twisted some more.

I died

over

and over

and over again.

And you laughed

and laughed

and laughed,

Like the blood that pooled

around my heart

was some sick joke.

I begged

And begged

And asked you why.

But you claimed

and claimed

and told me I was living a lie.

And sometimes I believe you

I believe you never

touched me

I believe you never

tore my skin apart

I believe you never

betrayed me.

But then I see the scars

And know

You did way more

than just

Stab me.

You did things

(terrible things)

things that I can never

write on paper.

You broke

my spirit

You broke

my trust

You broke my heart.

You broke me

You broke me

You broke me.

(And I will never forget.)