Whispers

i am more
than these marks
trailing my skin

my arms were a battleground
between my heart and mind
caught in a crossfire
that ended in nothing
but an aching heart
and lost sanity

i was mutilated
by my own thoughts

by the words whispered;
unsure if they were mine
or his

i feel myself forgetting

but pain is not something
you ever let go

it clings to you like
a child
and
you hold on tight because

it is all you’ve ever known.