Abuse

The voices in the deep chasm of my mind,
They tell me of my past,
Coaxing memories to mind.
Memories of the trailer, and he who owned it.

I remember her screams in the dark.
Screams of terror, screams of pain.
Looking through the fog of anger,
I see him throw her to the ground.

His eyes turn to me,
His hatred shines through.
I remember being pushed down,
His boot beating me in my ribs.

Me crawling toward the closet,
Behind me he draws the gun.
He laughs as he pulls the trigger.
Bullet lodged beside my head.

Me screaming, ears ringing,
Frozen with fear.
The first of my hate,
Came to me that day.

My memories fade,
But the voices stay.
I won over my past demons,
To stay sane another day.

My hatred is my shield,
Without it I would fade away.