that place

There’s a place I don’t want to think about, but I keep thinking about it. It’s a place where bad things happened and I wasn’t safe. I want to erase it completely, but it’s too close. I’m too close. I want to get far away, but I don’t know how. It’s in the past, but I can’t get away. I keep seeing and hearing things that remind me of that place. That place hurt me a lot. I keep wondering how I’d be if I’d never been to that place. I keep wishing I never had to go there. And other people don’t realise how bad it was. How bad it is. They don’t know.