In all the world, there is not another like me.
No one can understand what I’ve seen.
The scars upon my body leave reminders of days past.
I’ve killed myself and I’ve killed those supposed to be friends.
Yet, time after time I see them again.
The pain haunts me.
I never stop hurting,
No matter the love I get
Or the kindness others show.
I must remain silent.
The stories I have hurt others.
How can I say,
“You tore my skin off there”
Or
“You raped me then”
When they really didn’t?
It was their shadows.
The pain is still there.
I am alone in it.
Forever.