Pretending is easy.. not showing I care but the thought of the past makes me easy to scare. The shouts the screams the unwanted touch.. everything all of it it’s all too much. I need to escape I need to get out but all of a sudden I’m dropped back with a bang. Sometimes it’s easy to really not care but the reality is it’s really not fair..

I want to scream I want to shout but all I do is say hello back.. I can’t hate the way that I should… why the hell did you put me through that