In My Head

Thoughts and memories rhyming along lines.

It begins, just as it always does.
An all night binge, smoke coming out of the cracks in her door.
Now I am bloody on the floor.
Their hands they reach. I try to run.
I try to hide. Their greediness reaches my insides.
I cant deny what I had no choice in accepting.
They find my hiding in a closet.
Others notice but do not speak.
The suffering so quiet, that it screams.
The burns, the scars. They fade away.
The nightmares and memories is all that remains.
They keep me awake screaming, with my eyes open,
pacing the rug away at 3 in the morning.
I cant stop, cant accept anything except what you've made of me.
This monstrous disease.  

Author's Note

Could use some editing. I hope it has potential.