This whole place..the world.

No matter how hard I try to get help...why do the ones who started helping me then meet my abusers and stop listening to me...
they turn a deaf ear and again..
im alone.

"No that charming charming woman and the polite man couldn't possibly have done the things you've told me about..its impossible. They are so nice, they care so much, so concerned about you..."

Then I get home and the charming man and that charming woman destroy my soul and I feel it would have been better had I been born a roach. Where it is to be expected, that Ill get stepped on......

No one will ever believe me....sometimes I start to wonder, if maybe Im seeing things...maybe Im so judgemental I have created my own abusive reality