My rapist lives across the street and goes to school with me;he's in my lunch and in one of my classes;I see him in the hallway,I see him in the cafeteria,and I see him in the classroom.He smiles and lives life like nothing happened and he pretends to feel guilty for what he did.I know very well he isn't sorry,and I have to deal with this fucking bullshit every damn day,so get over the fact that I'm a fucking cutter.
