“I go to sleep knowing what you seek. Always returning to that place that seemed so sweet. You perpetual target that cannot escape. My hands and feet object and become hate. I collapse to the ground no longer controlling my body. I'm reaching for the door screaming help somebody. Looking back into those hatred eyes I know its been you for the last three years. Waking up with tears in my eyes. Knowing nobody knows the truth that I hide. Only the ones that know what goes on inside. Made the mistake of letting it escape. Felt so stupid with a sense of being irate. Pierced my lips shut and walked away. Never again will I speak about this. I wanted to be heard and not ignored. They ask why I whimper in my sleep. I respond in silence and leave. They will never understand what it is to be me...”
