Cry

If I was even allowed to cry, it wouldn't do much good, so holding on to the remnants of sanity I barely managed to muster, I got out of bed.

It mattered little if I showed my body.

There was nothing left to hide.

I didn't want to victimize what I did either, I drank alcohol, but there was such a contradictory internal struggle that it made me feel worse. Even if there was no one reproaching and insulting me. I felt the need to explain, to whom? Ignoring the fact that there was no one at home.

I didn't care if I left the sheets hanging or scattered on the floor, as I made my way to the bathroom, I passed in front of the closet mirror. I looked terrible. Painfully swallowing the saliva in my mouth. I walked in leaving the bathroom door open, turned on the light causing that cold liquid to fall on my body, I stood there, ignoring the hours I spent inside. Alisha took a bath with cold water. I wanted to disperse the whirlwinds that bothered my mind.

"I'm not what he wants" I bit my lips