Ink Stained Soul…

Time passes by.
Memories don’t plague me as much as they once did.
Physical pain comes and goes.
When my trauma from what they did does rear its ugliness, it all comes back.
A tsunami of pain.
I should have been safe in my bed that night.
My drink should have been safe.
I was far too young to know it wasn’t.
A girl too young to be broken this way.
Physical damage that I still carry scars from.
I was changed.
Forever.