it’s nightmarish to close my eyes
picturing it as if I were there
heart racing
stomach dropping,
tears well up to fall
my chest tightens
lips quivering
holding back my sobs
an ache I can’t place
a hurt I can’t touch
knowing it’s balled up in my heart
a betrayal so sick
it wakes the rage
‘WHY ME’
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 6:33 AM UTC
it’s nightmarish to close my eyes
picturing it as if I were there
heart racing
stomach dropping,
tears well up to fall
my chest tightens
lips quivering
holding back my sobs
an ache I can’t place
a hurt I can’t touch
knowing it’s balled up in my heart
a betrayal so sick
it wakes the rage
‘WHY ME’
the root of every wrong done against me is, has always been, and will always be men.
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