Do you see what you have done? You’ve driven me to words I can’t even TYPE. Words so foul and vile that they draw me inward, shivering at my own vehemence. This is what you did to me. You destroyed my innocence and wiped your dirty feet on my spirit. J.T.

I know this hurt,
I’ve been hurt before.
My eyes are still stinging;
My body is sore.
I know this hurt,
My stomach in knots.
My whole body’s shaking,
Alone with my thoughts.
I know this hurt,
I know I’m not fine.
But something feels wrong.
What’s different this time?
“Hurting” by Jenna Zito