what you remember

Memories.
Flashbacks.
Of pain.
Confusion.
Tied down and raped.
Tied up and beat.
Bruises.
Cuts.
From my head to my feet.
Every time i got drunk.
Every time i got high.
Id hide in my bed and cry.
Cover my mouth and scream that i wanted to die.
But its now been five years and till now i had those memories forgot.
Till i met you.
Till i told you.
Till you took it personally.
Took it to heart
And now that you know its ripping me apart.
you talk about it.
You sing about it.
as if it was some casual thing you were pissed about.
its been five years of nothing now all i can do is think about it.