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.