Silence in a place you're supposed to talk.
I wanted to speak but I couldn't bring myself to accept it.
To accept what was happening was wrong.
The reason to be locked up so you can heal from the hurt the monsters left behind.
But a monster could enter to see me everyday.
Masked in a shroud of what I deemed to be love.
But it was perverse, not kind.

He fed off my anger, my suffering and was satisfied to feel he was helping me. But instead he just stretched the wounds so they could crack open.

Did he know that's what he was doing? Or was it the greed that blinded him? Or was it my own lack of communication that let him continue?

I want to blame myself but in all honesty should I?
I was there for my broken outlook on life. Drained of any sane idea and stuck within dark thoughts.
Distracted by his own explanation on what I was doing there.
When really the entire reason I was there was never met...