I Can Still Feel Your Hands On My Skin

The weight of memory lingers still,
A shadow’s touch, an ache to fill.
I was young, too small to fight,
When he cast shadows in the night.
His hands, they haunt me, soft and slow,
A touch I cannot wash or throw.
No matter how the water streams,
The stain stays deeper than it seems.

I have a feeling you got everything you wanted,
And you’re not wasting time stuck here like me,
Living in a world that doesn’t see,
The cracks beneath the smile, the broken plea.
You moved on, untouched by fear,
But I am still the child who’s stuck right here.
You think it’s a small thing, a passing spell,
But to me, the world ended when it fell.

The shower’s heat, the scrubbing hands,
Can’t erase the mark, can’t understand.
The water won’t wash it clean,
The scars beneath the skin unseen.
I scrub, I fight, I scream inside,
Yet in the silence, my soul still hides.
His hands, they haunt me in the night,
A feeling I can’t shake, no matter the fight.

I have a feeling you got everything you needed,
While I’m trapped in a memory, I’ve conceded.
You think it’s nothing, but it’s everything to me,
A broken world, a shattered plea.
When it happened, I could not scream,
You lived your life, but I’m still in that dream.
To you, it’s just a small thing,
But to me, the world ended, when it happened to me.