what a awful situation to be stuck in..
the wound is so fresh which i suppose is why i don't know how to feel about it all yet.
the marks still lay in my skin but they fade away slowly along with the illusion that
this was all a simple
figment of
my imagination.
it is nearly impossible to talk about it with anyone,
everyone thinks they know best what i need to do,
how to feel and what to say,
but the situation is so messy.
i truly blame myself.
i should've tried harder..
stood my ground..
something..
absolutely anything.
but alas i was frozen..
frozen and fucking useless because i couldn't fathom the fucking thought that
it could possibly be happening.
no one knows the situation.
and it makes me uncomfortable to describe it cause truly i tried to disconnect.
it was an out of body experience for a bit of it,
my conscience not having the strength
to be able to handle it.
i stood there watching myself as it all unfolded,
which makes me sound all the more bonkers.
and the worst thing about this all,
was the ever so sweet persona.
how truly fooling it was..
but i know there's good,
just a caught up in the moment
thing i suppose.
whatever it was, it is a sad reality..
now i wait till nightfall to be alone and find peace with myself as i process.
praying to be swallowed by nightfall soon..
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