I snap awake in a cold sweat
Another night terror
Of your hands on me
Of them making their way up my skirt
Of you holding my mouth shut while I cried
I'm sweaty and crying
Then and now
I just can't seem to stop
I can't get the memory of you on top of me
Out of my head
I slam my hands into my head
Repeatedly
Calling myself a fucking idiot
Telling myself it was my fault
Taunting myself with the threat of suicide
Because I can't take these memories anymore
I want them gone
I want to be gone
I want you gone
I want to be dead, but I want you to be too
So you can feel as numb as me
So that you can feel
The way you made me
That night that you decided
That my body
Was yours
For the taking
YOU ARE READING
Shitty Fucking Poetry
PoetryLiterally everything I do is shit. Come and feel bad for me every time I shitpost stupid poetry on here after having a panic attack
