Two Broken Souls
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Last published Sun, Oct 8, 2017
Guilt-
It's all I ever felt. It became so overpowering that I was incapable of feeling happiness.
Blamed-
By everyone around me including myself. Blamed by my dad, my mother, my classmates, the police, and by anyone that had any remembrance of who I was.
"You're a murderer."
"Why don't you just go ahead and kill yourself like you killed your mother."
"I bet she asked to be raped because no one else would have sex with her."
"Stop trying to put your father in jail. You're just jealous that he loves your dead mother more than yourself."
"You can't even make eye contact without having her scream abuse and rape."
"If I had any relation to her, I would kill myself too."
Each word tears another piece of my heart off, slowly breaking me from the inside out.
I've lost all trust.
There's no hope in ever feeling normal, and I doubt anything or anyone could change that.
My so-called friends left without even saying goodbye, because they too blamed me
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