Even though I remain silent, it doesn’t mean that I am broken, innocence just completely stolen, you knew what you did was wrong but yet nothing came from it, trying to get justice for it all to go astray, you didn’t give a ******* were just able to walk away.

For me it’s different, flashbacks freeze me in my body, eyes darted at people who are just enjoying themselves, but I’m on the lookout for something to happen, it never does but I feel so trapped.

Justice comes in so many forms but yet I feel none, even though I have moved on my body doesn’t, the heart palpitations, my breathing stops, eyes keep moving and I begin to shake,

I don’t know why I feel this way, all I wanted was justice just one time, while you can move on and it doesn’t seem to matter to you.

Maybe one day just once I could get my body back, the road is long but I am on the right track.

My body is not something for you to enjoy anymore, it is a body that shows more love than it should at times. I know one day I will feel safe again.

But why must I feel like everyone is an enemy rather than a friend?