Stigma

Soul Writer: Words From Within

Trembling fingers

Cloudy thoughts

Not sure what to do anymore

I can no longer think straight

Everythingâs different

Cause I can't keep it away

The thought of you touching me

Your fingertips upon my skin

A mark that just brings forth terrible thoughts

I cannot keep them from coming back

Every single time

Whenever I least expect it

All because of what you did to me