• I sit in my room,
    Glass breaking behind my door.
    Voices yelling so loud they echo in my ears.
    The lights are out
    The cover is over my head as you enter the room.
    Hate bellowed from my heart as you began your journey,
    but I kept silent.
    You said you loved me.
    I suffered from the scars you left behind.
    A year goes by.
    Things change.
    I love people, friends, and anyone but you.
    Then you hated me, abused me,
    But I held on still.
    Now you are away from me.
    I still suffer from the scars you left behind.
    You never cared, you never loved, I was only a tool.
    Now, you know how it feels.
    I still suffer from the scars you left behind.