Forgetting would be better

I remember those things so well
In my mind forever
Reliving it is complete hell
Forgetting would be better

Things that trigger me might be small, a trash can or the stairs
I feel so gross and sad its almost like im right back there

Its an out of body experience, im a bystander
I can see me getting beaten
Im hit, im hate, im hurt

I see a trash can and remember the days that he made me eat out of the trash
Or I walk down the stairs and remember when he dragged me down them on my face
It can happen any time, or happen any place

Its not like a memory
Its like your standing there
Watching him beat you hatefully
Watching him yank your hair

He turned his huge rings out and punched me in the face
I felt like it never stopped, there was no safe place

I cried and sang, and cried and sang
Please please help me now
But nobody heard my voice as it rang
Please please get me out

I remember those things so well
In my mind forever
Reliving it is complete hell
Forgetting would be better

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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