Every time I close my eyes
I see you
I see living hell
My mind goes back to the Times you forced your hand on my thigh.
You came into my room at nights.
Walked in on me in the shower.
Watched me change.
You made me scared.
Scared to change in my room.
I won't ever be able to feel free in my own skin again.
Thanks to you.
I won't be able to take a shower again without the fear of someone walking in.
Possibly you.
While changing I'll always be nervous and covering parts of my body.
While in public I will look at men that look just like you,
And jump back in fear.
I'm tired of these nightmares.
That won't just fucking disappear.
YOU ARE READING
Sunflowers
Short StoryPoetry/ short stories 🌻 *this book isn't just about one specific person, when I state the word 'You' it's probably a different person in some parts*
