I can't hear them talking strings behind my back
Informational tunnels I cannot stop. Passing everything to her. My parts won't let me say what was happening not after last time.
They knows everything, always watching, through WiFi and data bills, through teachers, therapists, psychologists and more. I knew she going to kill me. It's only a matter of time and if not the part of she's conditioned will do the job for her.
She's formed a circle, a group to better abuse me. None of them know, and I can't tell them.
She had me to bad it took me minutes to realise I was the one screaming.
When I escaped saw myself running back I can't tell if it's real. I know parts of me want back and can't let them.
She orchestrated it all planned it like a web. Her enablers lined up.
I know I have some trauma there holding from me. I can feel it.