Them

by Olivia   May 27, 2018


Hurting, pain,
Feeling dead inside
You were so much older than me,
Why was I your target?
Why not your daughter?
Or one of her friends?
Did you think I was stupid enough to stay like that?
My Uncle to my mom's ex-boyfriends to my photographer.
All I wanted was a safe place to talk and someone to make me smile when no one else could.
And that was another father figure, but now I don´t even have the ability to trust my own father let alone my boyfriend because of them.
I let my life fall apart for almost 7 years,
I was tired,
Tired of holding it all in,
Tired of the flashbacks and dealing with it by myself.

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