Seething, boiling, roiling, toiling anger.
Seething inside my soul.
Boiling up from the pit of pain.
Roiling around inside me, tearing me up.
Toiling to destroy my life.

Destroy.
Destroy my emotions.
My feelings.
Maybe I'll just stop feeling.
Stop hurting.
Stop caring.
Stop being me.

What would my life be if I stopped
being me.
If I stopped caring, for anyone
or anything.
If I stopped loving at all.

I tear my hair out, trying to stop the
pain inside me.
Stop the PAIN!!!
The sounds!
The feelings!
His hands on my skin.
I feel the tearing sensation.
And I cry out.
Silently.
I am always silent.
And helpless.
Helpless to stop it.
Stop the pain.

Written by Becca Carty

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