Jane Doe

2.

I am stuck here.

I don’t know how to not be angry.

Why did he do this to me?

I can’t believe she did this to me.

They left me…..

….and never came back.

Jane Doe.

They never came back.

That day I lost a part of me.

Jane Doe.

My mom fights tears every time she says that name.

This is who I was.

For hours.

Unidentified. Drugged. Alone.

In my head, In my heart , I am screaming.

I want to grab a bat, take “hot sauce” out of my bag and break everything

In my head I scream.

Im angry at me.

Why did I allow this?

Why didn’t I listen to myself?

Why did I put myself through this?

I find it difficult to smile, to laugh, to enjoy life.

Constantly questioning the trustworthiness of others.

Trusting them only as much as I can trust myself.

I don’t trust myself.

I don’t know myself.

Jane Doe.

I don’t want to stay in this place.

I’d rather put “hot sauce” away.

but I don’t know how.

I guess there are things I must face

The very things that I tried to erase

are the root of this anger.

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