They make my skin crawl.

 

My forceful goal is to overcome every day regardless of the numerous  challenging days there would be.

However the flashbacks suddenly crash like thunderbolt causing conflict in my mind whilst I routinely roam the streets and it makes me feel so dirty.

I continue with my daily routine with a camouflaged face but the devil just seems to plant the flashbacks in my head whilst I constantly try my best to block it out.

I’m ridiculously spinning the roundabout till the memories fly out of my mind into the clouds.

I’ll painfully scrub my body till I remove their devilish handprints but it  just reappears.

 Everything I try is useless, they’ve forever scarred my mind, body and heart so i always end up in oppressed tears.

I violently shake my head so it can become free of the revolting reminiscence of the soulless shadows.

I tell myself it’s not my fault but without warning the word ‘SLUT’ rushes in my mind then it rapidly echoes.

Other times I’ll voluntarily reminisce what they did to my faultless body reminding myself how they’ve turned me abnormally numb.

Their guilty hands desperately crawled all over me even though they were unwelcome.