I am Still Here,

I am Still Here, By Mikayla Walla

You tore me apart,

Knocked me six feet underground, and

You so desperately hoped I would stay there.

You ripped me apart at the seams,

And shredded the pieces.

I broke like glass thrown from the Eiffel Tower.

But I am still here,

Despite the things you did to me.

I can still smell your beer-filled breath,

Caressing my shoulder in the crudest way.

I can still feel your hands,

Going places I did not want them to go.

I can still hear your voice whispering my name

(because how could I ever forget the way you sounded—you

appear in every nightmare I’ve had since).

Despite the memories that batter me,

I am still here.

Despite the bomb that shattered my soul,

I am still here.

Despite the hellfire that consumed my thoughts and made me hate myself,

I am still here.

Despite you,

I am still here.

I am still here.