Each day is a fever dream, nothing seems real. Reality is so hard to grasp while trying to find meaning in life.
I was only 9.
I did not deserve that, that changed all of reality for me.
From a simple thought or familiar oak smelling cologne I can feel his touch, his grip his essence on me once more.
I try to shake the feelings off only to no avail, I try boiling myself in the shower to wash his touch, only for the hot stinging shower to be an even bigger reminder of his power over me.
It never goes away, it's a part of me that disgusts me.
I'll never be pure again.
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An Abomination
PoetryReal life diary entities of a crazed bpd teenage girl, going through the tough works of life. Hope my writing can let people know that at they're not alone.
