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 survived I just didn't die. I washed i scrubbed tell I bleed there fingers I still feel upon my skin, never again will intimacy be a beautiful thing nor will being entwined in a lovers touch be a comforting thing so now alone because of you alone I've been struggling i fear to speak for what others may think, how could you do this to me why did you do this for I trusted you.