Her eyes burned as she stared at the marks on her skin that still haven't gone away.

It's been years.

Years to many.

She started writing again more slower.

Screams.

I can't get my own screams out of my head because of you.

I can't get your laugh out of my head.

Shouldn't all the pain be gone. It's been years since you died, since you raped me, since I ended up this way.

Crying every night because of you.

Not eating because of you.

Not sleeping because of you.

Everything that is fúcked up in my life is because of you.

Are you happy in hell?

Because I'm sure I am not.