Poems of a broken artist

None.

My memory's are distorted. 

I only remember feelings, 

Not what happened. 

Not what they did. 

Just how I felt. 

I need to make myself remember. 

I need to remember so I can heal, 

But I don't want to remember all of it, all at Once. 

So I'm remembering it slowly. 

First with Him, then with Them. 

But the more I remember how I felt,

then why I felt that way, 

The more I question. 

Do I need to be saved?

or 

Do I deserve to be dammed? 

Was I truly a victim of their selfishness? 

or 

A victim to my own mind? 

Yes, they hurt me physically, 

But was I the one putting the knife in my back?

They didn't change. They acted as normal. 

So did I change?

or

Just start seeing the truth? 

The questions keep coming. 

There are no answers in sight. 

None.