Next stop hell (rico 2)

Next Stop:HELL

I remember the days you confined me in hell,

although in my home it was a prison cell.

after being controlled for so long, I learned to rebel.

when I ran away from you, I had to rebuild myself.

I lost all my will, my power, my mind,

every day I had to fight for my life.

The  strength of your hands, across my skin,

the way the belt felt,  the knife digging in.

I remember so well, the look in your eyes,

it was something similar, to the devil going blind.

The  black welts that formed where you forced your hand,

the sunken eyes and scars left behind;

I know in my heart i’ll always manage to find. 

I felt all of your pain,

I paid for your sins…

i was nothing more than

your punching bag

your diary

never your friend