Sometimes I can feel his hand on my chest. It feels disproportionately large.
All of those sensations and thoughts, I don’t know what to do with. They just live there.
I would prefer not to have them at all and the only way for them to go is to self harm or not be alive.
I don’t think I can get rid of them. I want to be someone who can ‘triumph’ over this but I’m thinking I can’t. Sounds so hopeless and dramatic.
If I Talk 