Nate

Wheredo i begin, you ripped open my body and stole what belonged to me. You stole my innocence. You stole my self-worth. You took from me what could never be reclaimed. My label as 'someone who has never been raped' i went from the three of four girls to the one out of four girls who will be raped within their lifetime.
But this isn't about you anymore, this will not be about you, this will be about me.
I am angry. I have unresolved gut-wrenching issues because of what YOU did to ME. Don't tell me everything happens for a reason, because there is no reason for anyone to go through this. It is inexcusable, unforgivable, and unforgettable.
I have tried to let you go. I can't. I have regretted the day you were born, i have wished you unwell on so many sleepless nights. And when my anxiety rips my skin to shreds never leaving a strip intact, and my depressions swallows me whole only to spit me back out into the abyss that is my life; i hate you just a little bit more.
I carry what you did to me every day of my god forsaken  life. I despise you with fiber of my existence.

But what irks me the most. What REALLY grinds my gears: is that you destroyed me. You made a mess so big that no one can clean it up. A cut so deep that even time can't touch. You made out like a bandit. You molested and raped your baby sister, and never once pay for your crimes. Never once apologized or explained why, you simply disappeared. And it makes it just that much harder to put the puzzle back together again.