Do you know that you drive me crazy? One wrong and you have me going mad. I can't comprehend why your image still haunts me. My guilt rises as the memories flood in. Why didn't I see it coming? Why didn't I ask someone else? Why did I let him go that far? Why did I trust him? Why didn't I tell someone? Why can't I tell someone? My gut begs me to silence my fears from others ears. But my mind rages with questions and my mistakes that keep me awake at night. Did you know that his voice still haunts my head, his eyes are burned into mine, or that his ghost haunts my back? Did you know that my dreams are possessed by THAT night? Do you see a big label above my head glowing "I'm not human."? But my heart beats, my brain thinks, I can communicate with you... so i must be human! I don't feel human. When I look in the mirror I don't see a human... I see a THING that is FILTHY, USED, RUINED, VIOLATED, and WORTHLESS. I feel like eyes bare down on me, crushing my lungs, judging my every existence. But why do I feel that way? They don't know... They don't know me. So why worry? And why would they care about a girl who got her virginity rapped from her three years ago?
~Storm Chaser
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