Fuck me, fuck this, fuck that, fuck everything. How else do I describe this. You promised me and then you fucked me.
You promised me I was safe with you. You promised me that I was never going to have to feel the way I felt after she forced herself in me. Yet here I am feeling violated, vulnerable, and alone. You promised me.
I gave you my body, my emotions, my everything. You just wanted it over as fast as possible. You fucked me.
I put on my clothes as fast as possible. I felt nauseous getting up. My underwear felt unnatural, my clothes felt too thin, and my body felt foreign.
I walked outside and tried not to look back. When I did, I didn't expect you to be looking back at me. Tears slowly came to my eyes and I tried to get to my truck as soon as I could. I didn't want to call you. I didn't want to hear your voice. I didn't want to see you.
I don't know what I'm doing. I won't leave, I can't. I love you too much. You could beat me almost to my death and I would be by your side until he day you die because I don't care. I love you.
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Inner Thoughts
Non-Fiction"Inner Thoughts" is a collection of writings, derived from the many thoughts in my head. *****TRIGGER WARNING***** Contains mentions of sexual assault, depression, self harm, and suicidal thoughts
