Flashbacks

It doesn't matter anymore,
The lies are just a blur,
A blur of horrid flashbacks,
Of you, of him, of her.
They come and go, come and go,
Like something in a dream.
Like nothing you've ever heard before,
Like nothing you've ever seen.
It’s as if my mind is punishing me,
For all the things he did,
As if once isn't enough for him,
No, he has to hurt his kid.
Over and over and over again,
They play and play and play.
He strangled, twisted, hurt me,
And somehow does today.
It seems like every song I hear,
Every Jeep I see,
Every time I pass your house,
You wont let me be.
I soaked up all the hate and the lies,
And now I'm just a mess.
I cut myself, I HATE myself!
I cant even get dressed.
Without seeing scars upon cuts,
Cuts upon scars.
You ruined the life,
The life that was ours.
The life we talked about,
The life that we need,
The life we had once…
Now I just bleed.
I cant blame you for cutting,
But I can for the rest,
You broke the heart,
That lies in my breast.
And these flashbacks keep coming,
Like the bullets in war,
But at least its not real…
Not anymore.