Reminder Poem by Amy Fifita

It reminds me of pain,
Of broken trust,
The blood, the pain, the scars.
Words of destruction sunk in my flesh.
They are the constent reminder.
Every time I look I breath
I remember what I did.
I remember what you did.
Remind me of the good old days,
Remind me of my ignorance
That I once knew,
But that is just an escape.
Every day I lie, I suffer
My scars will be my reminder,
Of the Pain I've caused and been through.