I am not safe anymore.
And it's not solely because
Of these demons inside me
It the demons surrounding meI tell myself to stay away.
Don't turn your back
Don't bend over
But every second I can still feel staring eyes burningI wish someone would listen.
But apparently my being uncomfortable is the problem, rather than the actions that made me feel this way.I can remember me before 10 -
Or rather, what was real
Yet I still have this feeling
This disgusting, dirty, unimaginable feeling
That young me was hurt
In a way no child should beI don't know what to think.
Am I safe or am I not?
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Screaming a Silent Scream
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