Life Sentence

I hate him. I hate that his memory still holds power over me. I hate that when my mind wonder off he’s their dreams. His dark shadow still lurks all around my head. His power still reins over my life and my decisions. It’s as if I was punished with a life sentence. A sentence where all memories of the past have him in it. A sentence where there is no happy point, no relief, no light. A sentence filled with lonely tears. A sentence filed with self hate, thinking that your disgusting actions were my fault. A sentence where I question who I am. When will my sentence end? Will the guards ever let me be free? Will I ever breathe the fresh, clean air again? Will I ever walk around free? Time will tell. Because in the end, he still holds the key.