Get out of my head.
[Content Warning: Assault]
To the man that took a piece of my soul.
Why?
A question I will never have answered but think of so often…
For so long I wanted to die because of what you did but I can’t let you take that much of me.
For so long I blamed myself even though I was unconscious.
For so long I wondered when I would feel less repulsive.
Less fragile.
More myself again.
Sadly I still don’t feel like myself.
I long for the days I used to sleep like a Koala because I didn’t feel anxious that someone would touch me.
I long for the day I trust people not to let me down like so many did when they saw what was happening.
I no longer long for the days of wanting you dead I now just wish your memory would leave my heart.
My mind.
Shit, My soul.
6 years
3,155,695.2 minutes
Ive let you plague my thoughts.
No more.
Cover photo by Bernadetta Watts