Shouting had become a trigger to me.
I think because it was always a harbinger of abuse to come.
The way your voice rattled my nerves
and left a ringing in my ears,
it had always been accompanied by a hit to my face.
Your voice held so much anger and spite and hate
that it left wounds so deep that I developed scars.
And what’s worse were the blows that never ceased as long as your voice continued to deafen me.
Even when I hadn’t done anything, that voice of yours came for me.
And no matter how much I’d try to shake myself of the past,
trying to prove that I am not the scars you left on me,
the memory of your voice will forever haunt me
because even my demons cower
when I hear the ringing in my ear.
Jynx Frostbyte 