The Truth Behind
Many have been survivors. Every story, emotion, and person matters.
It's almost mesmerizing
I can no longer sleep.
Every time I close my eyes , every time I try I think of YOU.
The fear to be outside because the pain of seeing you is worse.
You were a friend in disguise.
I needed you. As a friend.
Your intentions were different.
You forced yourself. To be something I didn't want.
I can never get your weight off. I can never wash my thoughts of the utter darkness
He was a cousin. Small bits and pieces of it surface.
On your lap.
I was a child. Innocent. Pure.
A monster is what you are
You were directly in my face and yet I was blind.
Most of all I can't forget that I said no and you did whatever you wanted
16 years. 1 month.
You both got back to your lives.
I can't.
I'm broken.
Damaged....
How do I escape this?
Where do I go?
About the Creator
Stai🌺 Money
Just trying to figure out my life right now🤔
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