Binge *a story of abuse*

And here we go again
Speaks the voice inside my head
Trembling graphics start to show
As we lay awake in bed

Violent clips are viewed
Of what my dad would do

Disturbing flashes flickered
The abuse is clearly pictured

Sexual will come first
As it always had
My best friend and i
Received it from her dad

Powering through my head
Physical popped up after
Trying to block them out
I receive Pain tears evil laughter

Jiggered out of bed
Ran down the hall
Into the bathroom
Slammed behind me the door

I sink to the tiles
As the kink is released
I'm sick I cry
Hoping they are pleased.

I drew myself from the floor
I originate my feelings of vein
I crawl back into bed
Try to realise all the pain.

This is something that happened last week. Thje two things i havent talked about becuase my best friend soon after the event of what her dad to us both passed away. I find it hard to communicate to anyone about the problem. Thats me