Words can never ever describe your emotions adequately. What you seem is too intense to be put into words , a touch , a smell , a memory , a single moment in time can never be re-created using words - yes it can be cherished , and looked back upon but never can it be recreated.
When I told you what I went through you probably didn't think it was that big of a deal. You probably didn't understand what it was like to have his hands and lips all over me , but I went through I know even know , even so many days later I can feel him and the nauseating urge to hate myself is so strong I almost forget to reason , to rationalize and tell myself that I was the one who suffered and I wasn't and never willl be the one responsible for what happened to me.
It's happened before , it'll happen again. Just how long ? How long till he realizes it's slowly killing me ? How long till I completely saturate and can't take it anymore ? I'm not sure.
On days I hate being myself.