a case of a childhood impaired by molestation

Thursday, July 26, 2012

the truth is,
most of the time i don't know what to expect. 
i am fragile.
i am emotional.
i am many things, all the time.
i get so confused.
i'll admit most of the time, i feel so alone, surrounded by people.
i feel like screaming.
can you not see me?!
can you not see my anguish.
it is written across my heart, i bleed it.
i am almost certain that this is something that never really gets better.
it's just a haunting.
a haunting of evelyne. 
how long can it linger above me, in my dreams and in my thoughts.