"Touch"
He did it.
I wash my body,
I scrub until my skin is no more.
I wish and wish to be freed of this curse.
A Curse of a sin i did not commit.
A Curse committed to my body.
By a Man that I cannot name.
I Scrub and cry and plead,
to a name that falls upon deaf ears.
I close my eyes,
I pray.
The questions never answered.
"Why didn't you stop him?
Why Do i have to suffer?
What did I do to deserve this?"
I look in the mirror to see a person I no longer remember.
I can't breathe.
Hyperventilate.
And I try my best to concentrate,
on the better things,
On the better things,
on...
I feel his hands.
I'm traumatized.
Why did I have to lie?
Why is he still here?
Haunting my dreams,
Haunting me.
There's nothing of the old me left,
she's dead.
I'm nothing but a ghost in a body.
-K.Hatter
