Roses are red and violets are blue.
I'm bloody and bruised
Because of you.
I was five
And you 16.
How could you not flinch
When I started to scream?
I trusted you,
Or at least I did
Before I ran,
Before I hid,
Before I was so terrified,
Before my brother ruined my life,
Before I cried myself to sleep,
Before I knew you were such a creep,
Before I knew of your evil ways
And felt the pain for many days,
Before I was raped
And before I was beaten,
Before what you did to me that night.
Raped By A Brother
I'm 17 now, but when I was 6 my brother (age 12) violently raped me and beat me and I live with him now. Your poem hit home with me and I love your writing style. Maybe you could give me tips?
Before
Published: July 2017