Stop talking to me
Stop shouting my name
I hear you but, I don’t want you
You whispering won’t help either
Molested
Sexual Assault
Rape
Domestic Violence
Does that ring a bell
How about now
No
That’s my life
That’s my story
I feel so dirty
And so unwanted
I feel like trash
For I am damaged
He was old
He was 15
He was 16
He was 17
He was 51
They all knew
Knew what they were doing
They hurt me
People laughed
It was all me
I tried
I tried to stop some of it
The dirtiness is back
The rape is here
The assault is haunting
They were trusted
They were friends
They were family
I trusted
They hurt
Stop reminding me
How damaged I am
Stop telling me
And making me remember
Stop talking
Stop whispering
I can’t take it
I can’t take it no more
Written: 2017
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