This day, 3 years ago,
you touched me in places I didn't want to be touched,
you didn't stop when I said no,
I screamed at you to get out,
to leave,
you didn't.
I asked you to get off of me,
but on me you stayed.
You didn't care that I was petrified,
Not one ounce of guilt.
That day,
you let me feel a new kind of disgust,
a new kind of self hatred.
That day,
I stuck 2 fingers down my throat for the first time,
over and over,
until I threw up.
Everyday since then,
I have done the same.
You made me scared to be alone,
scared to get too close,
scared to be in my own skin,
the flashbacks,
the nightmares,
none of it will go away.
You scarred me that day,
and scarred I will remain.
That's what you did,
you killed me inside.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
My life with mental illnesses..
Non-FictionSo this is kind of just going to be a story about my life with depression, anxiety, bulimia, bpd traits, self harm & suicide attempts...a way to get out how im feeling & the stuff ive been through. There will be some quotes as well..
