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

Footsteps are near… hide away soon my dear…

Unwanted touch.. the smell of tobacco… bristles of beard… I’m too scared to be heard.. tears stream quietly it’s too much it’s so blurred..

The smells the sounds all up in the air but I’m trying to be flying through air..

Footsteps are gone it’s safe now my dear.. the monster has gone you’re all alone now for real