Remembering

I’ve been thinking of you,
I don’t know why.
Do you have some sort of hold on me,
Even though you left me,
Do you still love me,
Is that why I still think of you,
Of the times that we adored,
That made us smile and laugh,
When we had a special bond,
That we thought would never break,
But then I remember,
The times you made me cry,
The times you yelled at me,
Mentally abusing me,
By telling me I was never good enough,
When you left me,
And I remember again that day,
The confusion in the house,
The police officers taking you away,
Because you threatened to kill yourself,
Basically saying you had no reason to live,
Not even for a little girl who needed you,
I remember hiding,
I hid for so many years,
I remember crying,
I remember that day,
And I know there is no longer any hold.



Midnight Writer