The truth I hold, took years to unfold, locked up and never told.
Now I speak, for I am done being weak.
A story I will tell, awakening the pits of hell.
Pinned against the wall, being six a little small.
It's real and genuine and painful. You are a beautiful writer. You really brought to light the pain that accompanies "living" as a victim, and the strength of a survivor.
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I can't talk to anybody,
I feel like nobody understands,
So I pick up some paper and grab me a pen.
You see me smile, but if you only knew...
Please don't be embarrassed. I can relate to you. It's not your fault. I'm still learning that it wasn't my fault either. Just get help.
You're nothing but a dirty old man
But I knew it was some sort of elaborate plan
It's okay, but let me ask, did I fulfill your needs
Sure it doesn't matter that you made me bleed ...
I end up crying whenever I try to pen my story of rape. Today I'm going through a lot of fear, shredding my pain on people who actually love me. I'm afraid to get close to people, for I don't...
I still remember the dark dirty floor
of the toy shed in the backyard.
The pain as every piece of clothing I had on
was getting torn off in fast motions. ...
I was raped from the time I was 2 - probably younger, as I remember my sister being raped as an infant, but I only remember from the time I was 2. My mom tried to protect us, but every time...
In my life you're the one thing I fear,
And before you die, this you must hear.
Every day we were out to play,
we'd laugh and joke, and together we'd stay....
I don't know what to say...your words really touched me,
I couldn't stop crying when I read about your story not because I pity you no..becouse you never experienced your childhood in...
All alone I sit and cry
I wonder why I can't just let myself die
I lay on my bed
I am 12 and my dad used to rape me. He would only do it when my mom wasn't home. I tried to tell trusted adults, but none of it seemed to be working. One day I packed my bag and left. I moved...
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Wrapped up warm
Safe and sound
Nothing to worry
But being dreamed bound...
When I was 6 I was molested by my older half-brother. To this day, I still am damaged from it. It had caused me to be depressed and I blame myself. He was 13. I blame myself and say it's my...
Why am I different?
Why did you pick me?
Why did you take my hope,
my pride and virginity?...
When I was 17, I was raped by my brother-in-law's friend. My brother-in-law had a party, and I got slightly tipsy.
I kept screaming no, stop, don't do this, but he ignored me and left me to...
I lay there looking at the ceiling hoping something would stop you
Willing the words to come out from the back of my throat
It seemed so easy to say no before
So simple
Innocent eyes and sweet laughter - now vacant and empty
Staring into a dark void
Hot tears on my pillow
Scared to fight ...
Yes, I was molested by two of my family member when I was 6-11. I was so scared everynight. I wanted to tell my parentd, I couldn't because I thought they would be mad at me, sometimed I...
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