I stayed and I ask myself why
Listening for an echo to come bouncing back with an answer that never comes
So I am left wondering and incomplete
Like a cake taken from the oven too soon,
Fine on the outside but inside, a murky cesspool waiting to overflow
The voices. The flashes. A movie playing over and over.
Where I run and run and the moment I look over my shoulder,
You are standing in front of me again,
With the knife to my throat and I never stop bleeding
And now the wound is too old to heal, and too deep.
The scab torn away so many times my body simply forgot how… so I seep
Leaving a trail that everyone can see,
The stain that covers me, envelops me, controlling me
And I did
I stayed till there was nothing of me left to kill.