I have a bruise and it reminds me of you.
I have scars and it reminds me I should have never gotten into your mom's car.
I have burns and it reminds me how you turned.
I have nightmares and it reminds me how you "cared."
I feel your claws dragging on my skin,
Reminding me that it was all a sin.
I feel your breathing,
The warmth of a heathen.
I feel your skin,
Reminding me I never win.
I feel my cries,
After every one of your lies.
I feel you.
And I want to kill my old self again.
