I hate sleeping. I stay up all night if I can. I hate everything. Because of a man, Who hurt me, Who touched me, Who took away my Childhood. He showed up In people you may know On Facebook. The other day But the other day was months ago Now its October, and I can barely remember saying hello. On autopilot but completely distraught. And I'm sorry mom and dad, I'm not close to sober but close to home. Close to home. I saw his picture and it hit close to home. I was disgusted to see what I saw. I saw he had more children. I saw he had a wife. I wanted to send him a message but I didn't. If I did; I would tell him he took away my innocence, he took away something I can never get back, and I'm bleeding like I did back then. My heart hurts. Everything hurts. The debauchery of it all is he looked happy and that made me crumble. That's why I fumble, mumble, also stumble into whatever. That's why I'm scared to get sober. Scared to get sober. Scared to get sober. I can hear the decibels because I'm always on look out for the sound of his foot steps. I can feel the footsteps vibrate the room. I can feel my bed shaking when I'm trying to sleep. PTSD. Post traumatic stress disorder. Trauma is the gateway drug. Trauma ***** up the way you love. I need a break to figure out why I hurt. I know this is one but there is more I need to unpack. Unpack and track. Unpack and get myself back.