I can still feel hands upon my body. I miss them and I shouldn't, but their touch sends shock waves through my spine and I can't think of anything.. not even the time. Why do I miss those hands? They brought nothing but pain, yet I still reminisce and remember the shame. Can't help but feel like I belong in a mental institution when I think of your hands upon me could be the only solution. It's been years and it feels like yesterday when your fingerprints were imprinted on my thighs. I can still feel the burning in my brain from your piercing blue eyes. I don't know why I feel this way and I try to end it before it even begins, but biding my time does nothing when you're in this ****** up head of mine.