Series Of Poems And Free-Write

Consume

I hate waking up with my pillow soaked in my tears, as I look at the clock knowing sunrise isn't near.
I grip at my sheets trying not to scream. Hoping I can stop the images of that night from replaying.
No matter where I go, your always in my head. I hope you got what you wanted, because I wish I was dead.
I begged and pleaded for you to let me go. why did you choose me? I even screamed no.
I feel like anyone I meet could be like you. I really hope you didn't do this to anyone else, but who knows what you will do.
I should have thought I didn't deserve anyone's love or care. I should've notice the pattern to my own nightmare.
I can't talk to anyone about it, Im afraid they will judge, but what good does it do if I keep it bottled up.
I have long nights that I shake in with this awful fear.
I don't have anyone to wipe away my tears.
I hope one day I can let all of this pass, but you left me so fragile almost like glass.
I finally got myself to take a breath.
Hopefully I don't let this pain lead me to death.