Phobia
It's dark again.
I used to pray
I used to say it was all pretend
Then no one was watching.
The lights went out
My body was sucked away
I couldn't go back
I shouldn't go back
At least the light keeps him at bay
I want help
But I'm so afraid to ask
Molested for sure once
But I couldn't go back
Was that my trigger?
Was that my start?
Do I really have such a fragile heart?
Don't touch my clothes.
Don't pull them off.
My heart can't take it.
Not with the lights off.
Eyes that bore.
Throat wet but tongue dry.
I don't know if I screamed.
I just remember eyes.
I'm frozen with terror.
I cannot move.
Please don't touch me again.
I can't see if you do
I felt something
But nothing at all
I'm so afraid.
Is this real at all?
Memories are fickle
But the nightmares are real
They happen in the day
But people don't care.
Fear of the dark.
No big deal.
But you've never had someone
Make you feel as I feel.
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