Someday Soon
Bronze Member
Originally: Realising what was actually happening to me was wrong, being abandoned when the perpetrators were finished with my used soul, leaving me in the pit of my overwhelming despair turning to S/H to cope, perpetrators tearing out diary pages so no one else would find out. Dragging myself through two attempts to leave this earth and finding the strength to go on. Years later: (whilst some abuse is still happening daily)' becoming so entoxicated at a party because I could not stand people and the smell of cologne that I end up having the same thing experience happen all over again and as such, the box breaks, the hinges explode and I am left walking along this earth an absolute shattered mess of dissociation, S/H, disappearing, and an idea for self destruction with hopes of a future possibility. Meanwhile the perpetrators? "What did I ever do?" ... Or even " It only happened once" Ha if they mean once a day for years, yeah.