Behind Me

Going through abuse.

Afraid and alone, watching my blood pool out on the floor.

I look up to the stars and their cold light and wish I was one of them so I couldn't feel.

Once so full of joy now it is a washed out memory.

Alone in the snow watching the moon as it takes it's path I watch it with silent wonder.

Dead on the inside a miracle it is to breath without pain.

The bruises are slowly fading as I sit waiting for you to return my hope ebbing away I hear your footsteps behind me.

The End

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