Hell must be empty.

I remember the confession,

And the dress I wore that day,

I will not forget the silence,

That sound never goes away,

I sat clothed in the bathtub,

Elbows to my knees,

As I watched the running water,

And told myself to breathe,

In that terrifying hour,

As I heard you go to bed,

I tried to comprehend,

All the words that you had said,

How easy you watched my tears fall,

And never even flinched,

It was constant fear I lived in,

Each time your fists were clinched,

My scars remind me every day,

Of something you made clear,

Hell must be empty,

Because the devils are all here.