Remember...

I am scarred.
Not only on my wrists,
Not only on hands,
I am scarred by this damn forsaken man.

I can cover the scars on my wrists.
I can control the fear in my mind.
I can hide the constant tears that I cry.
I can always run and hide.

But I can not cover what he did to me.
The dirt that never washes off,
The ashen soot that remains locked to me,
The over whelming fear of  men now.

Innocence that can be so easily taken advantage of,
Clear tears that turned scarlet over time.
A smile that eventually turned fake,
All this is a constant reminder of you.

Blood red tears wash down my wrist,
Over whelming anger passes through my mind,
As the thought of you passes through too,
This mental war has just began again.

Unsaid words burn through to me.
Remember.
Staring down at my forearm I see you again.
Remember.

Yes, I'll remember.
And I'll never forget.
The pain which was thrust upon me,
The unforgettable