As i lay there last night riddled with a very sick gut feeling, thinking about you & what you have done to me.

I remembered hearing every single word you have ever spoken to me.
I remembered every sickening touch you gave to me.
I remembered the ***** stale smell of alcohol.
I remembered the feeling of being stuck to the thick sticky what feels like tar on the floor, the same feeling as you being stuck in my mind daily, so sticky im trapped as a victim of your's.
I remembered seeing you're chest hair hoovering above me.

I felt guilty about how you would of felt sat there being integrated, wondering how you're family feels about this, feeling so distressed about the impact it could have on those who you are loved by.

As ive learnt over this past year,  this is now you're guilt to carry.