Engravings Of Him

I went outside to feel anything other than him, but I can feel his breathe in the wind it's a traumatizing breeze, I can hear his words as I speak. I can I see him in any reflection that I peak When I'm alone I'm alone with the memory of him. He's Engraved on my skin; I vividly remember the places his fingers have been Engravings of him, he left me this the hole in my soul where my childhood should go You craved your last name into my skin and left me to bleed out in the end, you force-fed me with your pain that you refused to understand anyway, I know you got beat but that doesn't give you the right to treat me as your tool to fix you for whatever my grandparents did to you His hands gripping my wrists forcing me down & striping away my innocence When I'm alone I'm alone with the memory of him. He's Engraved on my skin; I vividly remember the places his fingers have been Engravings of him, he left me this the hole in my soul where my childhood was supposed to go Craved your last name into my skin, what's it mean to be blood in the end? When the ones who you love hurt you over and over again Engravings of him