The walls close in around me,

Blood staining the once white floor.

Why can't these memories let me be?

Why can't everything be like it was before?

I try to forget

As the glass draws along my skin

It's jagged line representing my life.

I try to forget

The pain that tears my soul to shreds

Innocence replaced by sin

Beatings replaced by glass.

She cursed me:

My life.

She wished I was dead

The scars from the knife that once penetrated my skin

They're still there

A constant reminder

Of a past best left forgotten

How can I forget

The pain and the torture?

The words that cut like a knife

Into a child's soul?

The scars will never heal

And I will never forget

As I draw the glass down my palm - I know

Nothing will ever be the same again

Her insane laughter haunts these four walls

As my life drips to the floor

For the she-devil is still here

Waiting...