Imagining his voice,
his scent,
the way he would cup my face,
his control.
Reliving the ****
reliving the abuse
Hating myself
I did this
I should have left
A year ago
it hurts
Don't talk about it
it never happened
Scared
comming out
I was ***** and abused by my boyfriend
said he loved me
used me and threw me out for the next
took my virginity
my innocence
my body
held onto my mind
he dosen't let go
his face haunts me every day,
moving to the otherside of the world and he stays put in me
Hating myself for being *****
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 5:47 PM UTC
Imagining his voice,
his scent,
the way he would cup my face,
his control.
Reliving the ****
reliving the abuse
Hating myself
I did this
I should have left
A year ago
it hurts
Don't talk about it
it never happened
Scared
comming out
I was ***** and abused by my boyfriend
said he loved me
used me and threw me out for the next
took my virginity
my innocence
my body
held onto my mind
he dosen't let go
his face haunts me every day,
moving to the otherside of the world and he stays put in me
Hating myself for being *****
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