You know what it’s like to be violated?
Then you understand how it kills a huge part of you?
Then you understand you can’t always immediately phone the police?
And you know you died twice when you realized there’s no one you can tell?
And you know there isn’t any one person who can amend what has been taken?
And you feel sick when you think about how many people who claimed to be your friend,
But you can’t say a word about it to them.
Your experience cannot be told to anyone ever, because you know there’s nothing anyone
Can say or do to make you feel whole again?
And you understand it’s not their responsibility to make you feel whole again?
And you feel more alone than you ever thought possible?
And you feel as if no one would believe you anyway,
Since it feels as if you are at odds with anyone and
everyone who ever mattered to you?
And you feel as if you deserved it?
As if something you did provoked what happened?
And now you feel dead?
But you feel invincible because you are already dead?
And you say things like, “I have nothing to lose.”
To Be Continued
