His voice terrifies me still, all these years later.
Why is my mum with such a man.
I've had such a good day shopping with my mate.
And hearing his voice freaked the hell out of me.
Breaking down, then bingeing.
I just want to fricking purge.
Again and again and again.
It feels like his badness has brought so much evil in me.
And I need to get it out.
I want to slice up.
Release the evil, through rivers of blood seeping from my veins.
Then get fucked up on benzos and booze.
So I can chill the fuck out.
I want it so badly.
But part of me knows it won't change anything.
I've got to ride this out and stay strong.
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