a freudian slip told me that they could fix me and I believed them for sometime. 

sat on the floor wondering why.

now I  can't sit still in those situations.

always feel eyes over my shoulders as I try to curl in smaller. 

I felt shooting under my skin, wanted to fix all of the parts and make them bend 

weilding hate, I might just break, like you broke her

I was whittled into tiny pieces so you could forgive me. 

so I'll try to forgive them.

I'll forgive myself.