im just here to be honest

I allow myself to feel. When my heart hurts, I allow it to speak to my entire body. I allow my tears to fall. These tears fall down my face, the face that fools everyone. Down to my thighs, that have been touched, and teased. Balled up in the corner, on the bathroom floor, holding myself because no one else will. Because I allow myself to feel, I allow my heart to alert those tears which fall upon by thighs which are eternally scarred but only I can see. My heart hurts because its only used to send messages of pain And Im scared i'll continue to hold myself, in the corner of these bathroom floors because After the guys get done, and they've gotten what they've came for. They'll leave what they don't want. A girl in the bathroom, crying, in the corner...

 Im more upset that I thought this was the way to live life. But at 18 you’re doing what you thought would be right. Props to those who knew better. Im just over it.