Hiding still

There is a new course at school from the campus therapists, for how to help people that ask for your help. I'd actually love to enter, but I'm terrified of the campus therapists. I don't like those ladies, and I'm afraid they'll find me out. I'm pretty scared they'll see my lies upon lies and call me out on them.

I was going to a youth group at church, but I was only able to get to 2 meetings. I put up as an excuse that I had choir practice. Which I did, the 1st time I didn't go. But the next time, I remembered how I was about ready to burst into tears when the speaker talked about how we must be able to love ourselves since God loves us enough to have given us His only Son. I don't feel worthy of that love, and it hurts just to think about it. It hurts terribly and in no way that I can hold inside. If I'd kept going to that youth group, I think I would have been found out. Which is not really such a terrible thing, except for the fact that I invited my brother, my older sibling, to come with me, and he did, and he keeps going even though I'm not going. The past few times, he's just invited me with a tired face, 'I know you're not coming with me, but I'm inviting you anyway.' I really want to go. But I'm so scared.

I keep telling myself that I want to know, whatever it is that happened to me that I can't remember, I want to know, but when something starts scratching at that shell, I get terrified and I must hide.

I'm afraid of entering that course. I'm afraid I'll be found out. I'm afraid of having to drop out halfway through because I can't listen to the speaker without bursting into tears. I'm afraid of having this friend see me crying for no reason. She'll know there's a reason, and I don't want her to know. I don't want her to carry me. I'm afraid of leaning on anybody. What if they hand me back the weight, saying it's too much? What if they decide I'm not worth the effort? What If I'm not worth the effort?
I'm afraid that someone, that isn't me, will tell me these words. I'll have been right, and then there will be no means for me to stand. I will fall, and I won't get back up.

Trust

Who do you trust?
Me?
I don't trust anyone.
That is to say
I don't trust myself to tell me the truth
I don't trust people I know to be honest with me
I don't trust strangers with me
And i can't trust friends to stay by me
I'm afraid of trusting anyone
Because I don't know why anyone would help me
Or be friendly
They must want something
THey need something from me
And I'm not sure I want to give them anything
So I don't trust people
But the sad part
No
The stupid part
I can feel her in my throat
Is that I DO trust everyone
Too damn much
I always give everyone a shot
I let them prove me wrong
THe only one that's wrong is me
Alway
Over and over
People f&#% me over
They won't help me
They won't hear me
And they take things from me
I'm alway left bare and shivering
From every encounter
From every stranger I've ever said to know
Even from me
I think I'm the worst
I'm the one that royally screws me over the worst
Trust me
This time,
They'll do good by you
Trust me.
Why do I trust me?
I'm always wrong
I let me get hurt
I hurt myself
It seems on purpose

And you?
Why do I trust you with this?
You don't know me
I can't know you
You can't hurt me
I can trust in that

Filth

He thrust his hand over my face, knocking me down to the ground. He kept his hand there and started pressing down. His hands... all of him was much larger than me. He was suffocating me.
I could hardly breathe, and the despair that enveloped me when I felt the grime on his palm didn't help. He had his filthy hands on me
On my face
He was touching me with filth
Filling me with filth
I was filthy
I was made filthy
I would never be clean again

Sleep would be nice

I don't want to fall asleep; Isn't that terrible?
Lately all I've been having are bad dreams,
I wouldn't call them nightmares
Not at all
I can't even remember them
I remember vague traces when I wake up
But they're bad things
Like somebody stole something from me
I mean something tangible
Like money or videogames
Just stupid things like that
But they keep me up
I can't fall asleep
I don't want to fall asleep
I'd rather stay up reading over and over all the books I've already read
Or surf youtube forever
Watch a movie
Watch cartoons
Anything
I don't care
But I can't go to sleep
I don't know what it is
But they're the only kinds of dreams I have
I wake up tense
My neck hurts
My head and my back are starting to hurt too
I'm not sleeping any different
The only different thing I'm doing is this
This blog I mean
That's the only thing I'm doing different
Could this be the cause?
I wish it was
But the strange dreams started before

Do you know that I'm getting closer?
Are you trying to keep me out?
I have been outside for years
The last year was not a good one
I've been in so much pain
And you know why
So tell me
Let me in
You're trying to protect me,
But how much more broken can I get?

Terrifying

So

Speaking of scary

It seems

That a while back

I started getting memories

Of things

That happened

A long time ago

I'm afraid

I'm so afraid

Of remembering

What will happen?

Who will help me?

Who can help me?

Can I tell you?

What will you do?

What will you say?

What will you think?

I'm so scared

Of myself

How could this have happened?

How?

Why?

Why did this happen to me?

I don't understand

So I stopped them

They have ceased

The memories

But I can feel them

Screaming

Tearing apart

With different voices

All of me asunder

They beg to be let out

Shall I let them?

Now that I know?

I let them

Out

Before I knew

What they were

They were scary

And beautiful

I knew them

Far away I knew them

And felt them

My children

My babies

And I saved them

And kept them secret

From everyone

Now they've grown

And are begging

Yelling

Screaming

To be let out

I can't sleep

Because they tell me

They speak to me

And they let me feel them

They let me feel what I've forgotten

I don't

Want

To feel

If that is what I'll feel

I'd rather not

Please

Stop it

Stop

I can't

I'm sorry

Stay inside

Breathe in

Breathe out

Short

Sharp

Breaths

Inhale

Exhale

Quick

Strong

Fast

I tremble

Who can hold me down?

Who will do it?

I have lost

And they are coming

This is what this is for

For them

They will speak

And I will hear them

For better or for worse

Though it may cause me pain

Though I will be torn

I will listen

Will you listen with me?

I'm so afraid...

Next

This,

The next one

Might reveal me.

Have you found me?

Tell me so.

I'd rather know

That I've been found

Please let me know

Please

Open Closed

I'm never actually open

You think I reveal too much about myself

Good

Brilliant

That's my cover.

I tell you

Meaningless

Worthless

Shit about myself

So much shit

You think you know all about me

But, The Lord be praised

You know nothing about me

All that?

It's all my cover

My masks are broken

And I've nothing left to hide myself with

So I have to distract you

So that you never see my face

Never

Ever

See what was behind

You think you know

You think I've shown you

Me inside and out

You know nothing

You haven't even scratched the surface

And you never will

There is nothing of me you have seen

Only the lies I use for armor

I'm glad

That you think you know me

Because you won't dig

Through all this trash

To find out what's beneath

My cover

Is flawless

I'm enough to keep you near

I'm enough to keep you far

You won't believe there's anything to see

You won't see me

I won't let you

The closer you get

The more intricate the lies

The more difficult to get through

Never

Ever

Ever

Ever

You won't ever see me.

Goodbye

Behind this pile of shit I hide

See you when I see you

Meanwhile

I'll be busy making more lies

For you to swallow

Is it tasty?

I bet it is

I wish it was real