i was so weak. they knew that they could do anything to me, and i couldn't stop them.
i swear that i tried to avoid them. i tried to run away and hide.
but they find me. grab me..pull me out in front of the others and wipe their feet on me. dirt. not again.
do they know that i hate myself more than they are capable of hating anything?
they tried very hard to shove me down.
why didn't anyone help me? I screamed so loud...for so long. five years. until my lungs grated.
until my body broke down.
not again..i'm sorry..fuck i'm sorry. i'm not crying..i'm not
i'm not anymore