~Depressing poems 3

True story

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. 
The hand covering my
mouth as I screamed for someone to help me. 
The help never came.

As I screamed with the sweaty hand over my mouth 
I thought that this was it, 
I was going to die. 
I was only six years old, 
all my hopes and dreams were over, 
nothing pursued.

The pain was something I'd never felt before, 
it wasn't a cut nor a scrap. 
This pain would never go away or heal.
Then as if time stood still 
I lay there thinking what my parents would think 
when I told them what had happened. 
I tried so hard to get myself to safety, 
but I was weak every move I made 
felt like the world was crashing down on me.

When really it was a 50 years old men crushing me
as he forced his way into my innocence. 
Taking away every purity I had 
and leaving me with pain and suffering.

At that moment I prayed that I would die.