fuck
it doesn't matter how many times i try to deny it
and pretend that everything is a-okay, i can still feel it.
i can feel his filthy fucking hands on me even after i kicked and screamed and said no.
i said no. i know he heard me say it, i know he didn't care. i know.
i can still feel everyone's eyes on me, like they knew anything at all.
he got to them first, lied his way through, exactly like he did to me.
he's got a gift, with those lies. i was stupid enough to believe them, so it's my fault.
naturally.
who else's fault could it possibly be?
i asked for it.
no, i didn't ask for it.
i fucking said no.
and pretend that everything is a-okay, i can still feel it.
i can feel his filthy fucking hands on me even after i kicked and screamed and said no.
i said no. i know he heard me say it, i know he didn't care. i know.
i can still feel everyone's eyes on me, like they knew anything at all.
he got to them first, lied his way through, exactly like he did to me.
he's got a gift, with those lies. i was stupid enough to believe them, so it's my fault.
naturally.
who else's fault could it possibly be?
i asked for it.
no, i didn't ask for it.
i fucking said no.