Damaged by abuse
Depraved and stained is my mind. Emotionally I'm unraveling not because of the blood splattered on the walls infact those force a smirk or perhaps a smile, accompanied by the sy of relief for abuse cannot no will no longer happen to me. But damaged I am and damaged i will always be. With Each act and every assault the parts that made me, me were violently stripped and ripped away from me. Now I feel like an empty shell, a well of torture memories that play only to rewind. I don't believe I've
