*warning - relevant to sexual abuse, please only read if you're comfortable*
None of us ever expected
That you would be the one who
Would have affected
Me the most.
Messed me up, the most.
Every time I saw you,
A piece of me died.
17 years later
I hear your name,
And I still cry.
You're the reason I don't trust men
I let them hurt me,
Especially when
It comes to my body
So that I can forget
Whatever you made me feel.
I will be at your funeral the day that you die,
To dance on your grave
A cheers to the man I despise.
I will never know what you wanted with me,
How could you steal the innocence of someone
Who was only three?
I hate that it was too late for everyone to see
That I'll never get back what you took from me.-b.
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