"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so so so sorry," why does she keep saying sorry?
"It's fine, Amy."
She keeps crying. Her head is down in the table, whispering 'I'm sorry' over and over again. I hate seeing my friends like this.
"Amy, please don't cry."
"How can't I not be crying?! You were raped! I wasn't there to help you! It's my fault! It's my fault!"
"It's my fault, my fault, my fault."
"It's not your fault, Lane."
"It's my fault, it's my fault."
"It's my fault, it's my fault."
I stood up, moving the table a little, giving her the attention.
"SHUT UP!"
And I just ran.
________________________________
I ran to the alleyway, where I got raped. A piece of strap from my shirt was still here. Flashes in my mind.
No no no no no no
"WHY ME?! WHY DOES IT ALWAYS HAVE TO BE ME?!"
I hate myself, I hate myself, I hate myself.
________________________________
I just want mommy and daddy.
YOU ARE READING
i hate myself
Romancebreathe breathe breathe force a smile and breathe one two three breathe breathe breathe they can't force you to them i got to be me breathe breathe breathe count to three and you'll see what you can do when you breathe
