The memories hit

And their faces

Rape

My mind

Even

When I’m else where

Beneath

My tattered skin

They’re there

Even Closed eyes

Can’t block it out

I know

What they want

I fear them

And

They see it

I

Can feel it

Feel them

Still

They continue

Can’t

Believe they would do it

These so-called friends

They want to hear me

Scream

But I won’t do it

I just go numb

Instead

Of giving them satisfaction

I

Won’t

Let them

Have pleasure or

Enjoy it

They’re

Not My friends

Afterall

I just

Can’t believe

They’re so cold

I don’t want

To believe it

I stop being able

To believe them

Though

Besides;

It’s not like

they care

Whether or not I’m

Happy

So why should I

Care

About them?

Still I suffer…