Back On Me

I had survived the unimaginable.
Twice.
Not even death wanted me.
And now I was just a tattered canvas, the jagged remains of their torture.
They broke me.
And he destroyed me.
But you see, everyone always underestimates the broken.
I was built on strength and pain.
Forced to withstand the relentless blade of my demons.
And my sharp edges, the very ones they carved, had every intention to slice back twice as deep.
THAT WAS MY PROMISE.