The Outcomes

I feared the outcomes.

Of what they would think.

"What a Whore."

"She just wanted attention."

"Why would he want her?"

I was so scared of the judgements, 

Even though i didn't do anything wrong.

He made me believe that it was my fault.

That i deserved all that happened that night.

I feared my parents wouldn't love me anymore.

That they would think i'm being overdramtic.

I was afraid of being loved that i isolated myself. 

It was like going down a dark tunnel, figuring out what to feel.

It took me 3 years, to see the light at the end

I learned to love myself, and not to walk through hard times


No one should be afraid to be happy.


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