I hated myself for being dirty all of my life. I hated myself for not being able to speak up for myself. I hated myself for pitying others when I'm the victim. I hated myself for still blaming myself. But mostly...I hated myself for not being able to move forward.
Dear little me, you were sexually abused by your relatives and your own family members countless times and you didn't speak up. But that's okay, you had no power over it. You wanted to tell everyone but you're afraid of people finding out that you're dirty. But that's okay it wasn't your fault.... Im tired of writing...Bye I'm just gonna die.