The Silent Killer

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Not everything is what it seems.
    
    I sit in the corner, huddled and afraid. They try to calm me down, ask me what's wrong. I was running, I'm shaking, completely terrified. They ask me 'did someone hurt you? Your dad, boyfriend?' I nod my head yes to the former. They hurt me irreversibly, it's something I'll never forget. They ask me if I need an ambulance, 'where does it hurt, show me what they did.' I shake my head sadly. I don't need an ambulance, what they did to me is in here. Tapping my head I tell them that they can't fix a thing. What they did wasn't physical, there's no evidence to all this. They hurt me mentally, there aren't any bruises, cuts and marks. 
    ...At least nothing they did to me. The few that are there I did to myself.... Read for more depth.All Rights Reserved

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Invisible tears, invisible fears
Wed, Dec 9, 2015

Not everything is what it seems.
    
    I sit in the corner, huddled and afraid. They try to calm me down, ask me what's wrong. I was running, I'm shaking, completely terrified. They ask me 'did someone hurt you? Your dad, boyfriend?' I nod my head yes to the former. They hurt me irreversibly, it's something I'll never forget. They ask me if I need an ambulance, 'where does it hurt, show me what they did.' I shake my head sadly. I don't need an ambulance, what they did to me is in here. Tapping my head I tell them that they can't fix a thing. What they did wasn't physical, there's no evidence to all this. They hurt me mentally, there aren't any bruises, cuts and marks. 
    ...At least nothing they did to me. The few that are there I did to myself.... Read for more depth.

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