6/19/16, 7:34 PM

"How are you doing?"

A thousand memories and thoughts come to mind.

When he raped me,

The cuts on my wrists because of it,

Hurt, sad, mad, confused.

Alone, crying on my bed,

Flinching at the smallest of movements,

Scared, lifeless, horrible, silent.

Then I smile, "I'm doing fine, how about you?"