There are secrets I've never told you I've never been brave enough I don't know if I ever will. The things that have been done to meβ¦ The ways I've been usedβ¦
I'm filthy I'm unclean I wish I could scrub my very skin off but even that wouldn't be enough.
I want to tell you about the night that I passed out drunk and woke up to someone having his way with me.
I want to tell you about the time I experimented with a girlfriend of mine and her husband decided he'd rather have me even without my permission.
I want to tell you about my ex who regularly did as he pleased with me even after I told him no, Or another ex who decided that while I was already pinned down he might as well try other things that I very much did not want.
I want to tell you about the first time I ever gave a *******, how I didn't want to but he made me do it, and pushed me down until I choked. How I was only 16 when that happened.
I want to tell you about the time I lost my virginity to a boy who took me to his house instead of swim practice and held me down until he finished before taking me to practice late with the proof of what he had done still covering my skirt.
I want to tell you these things and how they've hurt me, how they've changed who I am.
I want you to understand why some days I can't get out of bed.
I want you to understand these scars on my wrists and why I felt like that was my only option.
I want you to know me in this way that no one else does. But these are the words I will never be able to speak. These are the secrets that will die with me hardened into a ball of ice where my heart used to be.