Recovering

A poem about me recovering from the abuse done by my father

I was hurt, damaged and broken by you,
I am now left to pick up the pieces of the little girl you left behind,
I am recovering slowly from what you did to me,
Even though it has been five long years the abuse still haunts me and makes me feel worse than you could ever imagine,
But then I think of how much you have changed and how you are a nice person now,
I guess in a way we are both recovering but I sure wish it were a lot easier