I’ve been dying inside everyday with such filth and awful memories that now leave me broken. Everyday I’m broken.
I feel such disgust in the actions of my childhood, a porn filled house of hate. I know now I was a child but the agony of what and when’s are too much at times.
I am not to blame, I knew no better.
I was a child.
I can’t heal with this hidden.
I am not a monster, I was inoce