Death changes everything,
I think about you a lot,
I can remember your face.
And all the love you bring.
Your hair, your hands,
Your body language,
Your smile and hair bands.
Your advice,
Your wisdom in that advice,
The stories that you passed down to me,
And just having you love me.
Time changes nothing,
I am grieving still,
I had no idea that you were so ill,
But then I was just 15 years old,
I still miss you, truth be told.
It feels like a thousand daggers.
Stabbing my soul.
I think about your unhappy life,
and the pain you never once complained.
And kept on loving me.
One day you were free,
The angels carried you away.
I continue the journey on my own and alone.
But my Mumma watched,
to make sure I was safe.
One by one the abusers came without shame,
They are all gone now.
Slow painful deaths,
they so deserve.
They were all so vile,
I was only a child,
cowards hurting me
taking my dignity.
You can’t hurt me now you are dead, dead, dead.
You still live in my head.
The triggers come day after day,
but slowly are fading away.
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