Hear Me

Somehow, I end up in front of the house where it all happened.

I feel empty, like I need something.

I don't know why I've come.

Maybe for closure.

But ever since it happened, I don't know how to go on.

It's so hard to do anything.

I always feel so violated.

If I get one wrong look, I'll panic.

I sit down on the curb across from the house and stare at it through the darkness.

I'm such a pathetic little girl.

I've tried everything.

Anything to get rid of this constant fear.

People say that committing suicide is not the answer, there are other options.

But what they think is different from what a real victim knows.

I couldn't get over my rape.

I lost my best friend, tore my family apart, and essentially ruined everything.

Suicide is the final option, and this time I'll go through with it.