I always try to forget my past -
or at least the parts that ended like this.
I try so hard to move on from the silence -
but I can't help but to hear those voices still yelling at me -
the same petrifying words they used then -
so many years ago.
And I hear a voice, now here, in the present,
wanting to know exactly how many times
I can replay the same things in my head,
constantly uncovering a new answer, a new truth.
And I always lost track when it came to you.
A simple nightmare, a hate-declared dream -
yet I always feared my judgments true -
I always feared I would remember you.
And the blood-thirsty cries coming from across the room -
the emptiness within my shallow womb.
And how could I tell her the anger I felt?
How could I explain the new rage which was dealt?
I simply decided to let go, move on,
but I still hear your voice, the screams are strong.
