I lay here in my bed, aged 26. My neighbour that abused me has come back. My mum says "oh, so and so what's to speak to you." Why? Are you going to say sorry? Or do you remember? I just can't understand it. Worst of, it's a woman. And she's married. Yet I think, you wanted me to perform these sexual acts on you when I was a child and you was a teenager. Why don't we try it now? Where I can take control......
And not feel empty. And not have to get high just to survive. And not recall you almost every time I have a sexual memory. And not waste my money on drugs and alcohol just to numb this pain...