How I Really Feel

How I Really Feel

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Everyone thinks I am fine but I am not I feel broken and depressed inside cant you see Wait you cant see because I always have a smile on my face. If I tell people how I really feel they will laugh. People wont take me seriously am scared onside I have pain People think am happy all the time I have been hurting for years Everytime I tell someone about my feelings they just walk away People think I am going crazy they just dont understand Why does people think I am happy when I am not I will go to the church and pray but I still have pain I will ask someone what life is like they say its great Why isnt live great for me what did I do all I get is bullied People think it doent bother me but it does I feel like I just got stabbed inside and they just let me lay there I went to church I havent went in a while because I yhought people would judge me . I went to church sunday morning my paster came up and said God is telling me to pray for you I let him pray for me
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"You trust me, don't you?" he says with a smile, that smile. It had fooled everyone, even me at some point, and for the first time I want to scream with rage and shake the earth to the core. "Give me a hug," he says pulling me out of the chair that feels like a rock underneath me. I am as stiff as a board as his hands circle me, making me feel worse than dirt. His hands reach between my thighs and I want to plunge a knife deep through his chest. The only thing stopping me is, the knife is no where near. I pull back and I don't try to hide the anger in my eyes. I want him to see it. To know that I am coming for him. Rape is chanted repeatedly in my mind, reminding of the lies I just told and the false accusations I am throwing on innocent people. He's probably figured it out anyways, surely a Priest as high as he cannot be deceived. But none of that matters anymore because...... This is just the Beginning.

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