Honestly...

I still get scared when I see his name
I flash back to images of lying on the floor
A boot covering his fist, his fist coming at me like a freight train
And I just laid there with his friends knees on my shoulders
Unable to fight, unwilling to try
I wonder how I survived it through the haze of pills, powder and alcohol

The day I paid him back and bloodied his ass was the highlight of my life at that point and to this day.