It happened
When I was
Nine.
She decided
That being friends
Wasn't good enough.
She decided
That I
Wasn't good enough.
And no matter how hard I try her words only get harsher and her manipulation gets more intense until she's on top of me.
She's kissing me.
Whispering things
In my ear
And no matter how many wounds are up and down my arm she doesn't stop, oh no, she laughs.
Because I'm weak.
And she keeps talking.
She keeps saying that
I have no reason to feel
Like this.
That people actually have difficult lives and I don't so
I
Don't
Have
The
Right
To feel like this.
It's in the past.
Why am I still thinking about it?
Everything she said was true,
Wasn't it?
I really am that weak.
