A.W. Books & Poetry

*Trigger warning*

*Trigger warning*

All I remember was being afraid.

Fear is a game and nobody is to blame

When someone feels pain

Reaffirmed in the scars that trace my arms

And the burns on my chest

That carved my name lest

I would forget it in the mess.

I remember there was almost nothing left,

Screaming under my breath,

Wishing I was dead

Drowning in my own head.

Looking back on it now,

I don’t remember how,

But it all comes back

When I’m sweeping the floor

And I find the little silver thing

Sticking in the boards.

~Annalise