I tell people that my first sexual encounter happened at the ripe old age of 21, but that’s a lie, because it happened as a child.
I tell people that I’m an only (lonely) child, but that’s also a lie, because I have a half sister.
I told people that I loved my dad, and now maybe that’s another lie, because does a violent person deserve your love?
I live in fear of being raped or death by domestic violence.
I didn’t see love, so I didn’t believe in love.
I feel like my parents didn’t hear me or see me.
I just want to be heard and I want someone to gaze into my soul, silently…