I'm hurt, so hurt. And I don't know what to do.
I am alone at work, and all of a sudden it all came back.
A monday at midnight, and I can't get rid of this crawling, awful growth that threatens to eat all of the barriers I put up between what happened and my life as I want it to be.
I fight to be too busy during the day, so that I never cry (because I'd never stop).
I'm so lonely, because I can never explain this to anyone who didn't live it. No stranger that I meet can see the slightest into what hurts me, drives me. My friends as they were can no longer be friends with me, the difference and the long years are too much. My friends as they are will never understand, can never be expected to deal with how demanding my demons can be at times. The person I want to be with forever, with whom I want to make babies could never be expected to be able to endure the nightmares and hours of terror that will haunt any bed I sleep in.
Of course they'll all lean away from me, I haven't a thing to give them except my pain which spills out of the body, mind, soul it was forced into.
It is all rising, rushing out now to be heard. It wells up out of the darkest hidden places, oozes like thick carcinogenic tar. It burns all it touches on its pathways up from under my stomach--places of pleasure turned to pain--up and out of my mouth clenched tight shut all these years to keep it all hidden inside.
I am full of righteous anger and relentless pain. I can barely keep smiling through my day at work long enough to not scare other people.
It's all coming out again; years later, but I've still never dealt with it.