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No Longer YOUR Victim

By Heather Jones

You took away my light and my shine


Who would’ve thought a friend would take what was mine
I woke up dazed and confused truly not knowing what to do
Why is my bra snapped? Why am I sprawled out like this? What happened? What did I do?
Where did my friend go?
Oh no...
it happened something I thought would’ve never been done.
The worst thing, the disbelief sets in and the denying starts to multiply
What no? He wouldn’t dare. then the snapchats start rolling in “we had sex”, wait what?! No, we
didn’t! “Yeah we did”, no.
I froze, it happened to me something I don’t even remember you stole my light my shine in that
moment I felt dead and completely alone
With no place to call home. My friend took away my safe space my haven he stole my life.
But not anymore, I’m done denying and lying that I’m okay.
The truth is I’m not; vague memories turn up and flashbacks fuck me up anxiety depression
everything multiplied, my life in shambles but finally I’m repairing. Learning to cope without the
use of a drink or dope you messed with me and now it’s over I’m coming for you now that I’m
sober.

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