To The Abusers I Have Known.......

You will never know the level of damage forced upon me, I'm so tired of picking up the pieces of myself off the floor that were ripped from me and scattered carelessly. Old wounds re-opened, the glue and tape unable to hold them closed any longer. With each rip and tear, my guts spill out and more is lost as pieces fall into cracks and crevices I can't reach and retrieve, and I recognize myself less and less. I try to keep my head high and chin up, but the weight is becoming unbearable.

I am struggling to breathe right now; my chest is compressed by the weight of your silence, your inability to acknowledge what you did, and your lack of apologies. I'm stuck in the pit of self doubt and uncertainty you left me in. I'm fighting everyday to stay a float and not sink into despair. My heart is so broken and my head so confused. For my own sanity and freedom, I know I need to let go, but something deep inside won' let me. I'm constantly battling myself and the war is ripping me apart. People keep telling me to move on, to forgive, and to find my own closure, but how do you do that when you are so angry and have so many unanswered questions?

Charlotte Day Wilson 'Work'