It's not a phase, just depression

Memories

I remember every second of it.
His touch,
His killing touch...
His lustful eyes that pulled me into darkness.
I remember how he made me do it,
how he didn't let me make my own decision.
I remember how he connected with me under my free will.
How the tears fell when he was done with me.
How I washed the blood out of my hair.
How I cried,
How I regret,
How I cut,
How I drowned,
I remember it all.
Every second,
Every second of his killing touch, voice and lustful eyes.

~11.12.2017