I can FEEL him still.
Two years later,
I can still feel him inside of me,
My body numb ever since.
I can HEAR him still.
Two years later,
I can still hear the vile remarks he whispered in my ear,
My mind trying to forget ever since.
I can TASTE it still.
Two years later,
I can still taste the liquor I downed to much of,
My conscience forever turning me off from getting drunk with boys
I can SEE him still.
Two years later,
I can still see HIS face,
Forever engraved in my memory.
When will this stop,
When will I be free.
Free from the voices in my head that haunt me daily.
Free from the feelings of shame.
Free from the guilt.
Free from the fear.
Free from the anxiety.
Free from the depression.
I did not deserve this.
NOBODY DESERVES THIS.