Some Scars Never Heal

Sounds of screams and shattering in the late hours scar my eardrums.

Not even earplugs can drown the heart pulsing noise years after it has ceased.

“He did this, not me, he did this not me” rings over and over again.

Muted sobs are heard in the corner where my little brother is curled.

My father paces engulfed by heavy breathing and a pale complexion.

Whispers surround us... "Can you believe it?" I hear, "poor girl", they say with a hint of giddiness in their voices.

Anger and resentment greet me.

Sadness accepts me as depression pokes holes in my heart and creates a large empty space where happiness once resided.

The silence these days is deafening.

We share a single space, but the distance remains; getting further and further with each passing day.

I've become numb, but my body remembers.

Each passing noise in the night makes me jolt as though my soul is about to exit my body.

I inhale then exhale.

I wonder if my heart will ever be whole again or if happiness is only a distant memory.