I refuse to sleep anymore.
I can't do it.
Every time I sleep I end up reliving more of it...every time.
There is no dreamless sleep for me anymore.
I remembered...I remembered his face yesterday.
Why the f*ck did I have to remember his face??
It was bad enough, remembering what happened, reliving it every day...but did I have to remember it was him?
He was a family friend..I guess he still is?
Knowing it was him...that it was his breath in my face, his hands on my body...yet that whole time I was friends with his kids. I held his hand and prayed with him at church for f*cks sake!
He did those things to me..then smiled at me and spent dinners over at my house for get togethers, and acted as if nothing had happened.
How the hell did I forget all of this?
Why the f*ck didn't I just tell my parents?
What if I see him again??
I can't see him...I can't look at him and act as if I don't remember.
The thought of him makes me feel sick..the thought that maybe he did it to his kids too...I should've told.
Why didn't I tell?
I can't do it.
Every time I sleep I end up reliving more of it...every time.
There is no dreamless sleep for me anymore.
I remembered...I remembered his face yesterday.
Why the f*ck did I have to remember his face??
It was bad enough, remembering what happened, reliving it every day...but did I have to remember it was him?
He was a family friend..I guess he still is?
Knowing it was him...that it was his breath in my face, his hands on my body...yet that whole time I was friends with his kids. I held his hand and prayed with him at church for f*cks sake!
He did those things to me..then smiled at me and spent dinners over at my house for get togethers, and acted as if nothing had happened.
How the hell did I forget all of this?
Why the f*ck didn't I just tell my parents?
What if I see him again??
I can't see him...I can't look at him and act as if I don't remember.
The thought of him makes me feel sick..the thought that maybe he did it to his kids too...I should've told.
Why didn't I tell?