The noise was too much to bare.
The lights were too bright.
The pain was unbearable, but you didn’t care, you didn’t feel.
You wanted me on my knees, I had to be the good girl, I had to be perfect, but I was not good enough for you.
I cried out in agony, scared for your touch. Now I’ve closed myself off to others, closed my eyes, shut my mouth, locked my body down.
You went backwards, like it was nothing, like I was nothing.
You thought I wouldn’t find out, but I did. I walked away with ease, but your ghost lingers over me like a dark shadow in the night, watching my every move, judging me, laughing at me.
You don’t get to take full credit for my suffering, you just added to it, proved me right. You pressed into me, not caring if it hurt, if I bled. My voice was always cloaked by yours, you played the victim and cried as I broke from you.
Now you walk around pretending that you are happy. I can see the misery on your face, I can see the pain you have brought onto yourself.
I’ve learnt to live with my demons, I’ve befriended them. You will forever fight yours, being battered and bruised, always losing. You will be the one living on your knees begging for freedom, praying one day you’ll be as happy as you used to be.