My mental health has diminished beyond the point of return.
You look at me as if you've seen me naked. The chilling part is, I don't know the exact details of what you forcibly did to me that dreadful night.
And now all your friends are looking at me like a piece of meat. Did they join in? Or did you brag about how you degraded me?
When you whisper my name, it sends shivers down my spine. Knowing that you were inside of me inadvertently makes my skin crawl.
I was way beyond the point of consent. I couldn't even walk without stumbling to the ground. How you interpreted that as consent is beyond me.
You selfish, narcissistic, entitled piece of shit. You permanently took something from me that night...something you had no right or permission to take.
But still, you roam these halls with your head held high. You're filled with pride. You wink at me and get awfully close just to whisper a seductive hello.
I should slap that perverted smirk off your mouth.
Your friends do the same.
You all unjustly treat me like a game. You're all vicious predators and I'm your helpless prey. You all look at me as if I'm your next meal.
They incorrectly assume I'm dtf by what you have falsely told them about me. I overheard you as I walked past your door. You checked me out and said hello in that suggestive tone you always use when addressing me. Not even bothering to care that I was a few feet away, you then triumphantly uttered a demeaning comment about my ass.
You talk about me as if I were some sort of conquest. What you did to me that night was the equivalent to a mountain lion merely finding a dead elk and then parading around as if it were a glorious kill.
I was not a kill. I was ruthlessly killed that night. I've been dying slowly since, and I don't know what to do. You forcefully filled me that night, and I've felt hollow ever since.
I frantically try to fill myself with mindless tasks but that night always slips back into my thoughts. Now all I want to do is escape my disoriented mind.
