The Life I Never Wanted

I saw him come closer to me, and I kept backing up until I couldn't go any further. I was backed up into a corner. He grabbed my arm and hoisted it up, bringing my body with it. My head hurt so bad, and I knew that my arms were going to have bruises after all of this. He made sure that my arm hurt, and made me look in...

is it still a joke now?

The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )