To Those hands that touched me
To Those hands tht ripped my childhood away
....
Tho I screamed and cried
No one came to my rescue
I couldn't move
Understanding the weakness of a women's body
...
No matter how much I struggled I couldn't break free
....
I couldn't stab him
I couldn't shake him off
The importance he was given was much more than my entire existence
I couldn't possibly tell anyone
There were nights I would cry to myself
There were nights where I prayed for freedom
There were nights where I wished to be a normal girl
Every part of my body has been tainted
The guilt I felt would never be understood by the predator
Or
The society
The pain I felt could never be understood by the society
The moment someone knows I'll be labelled a
"SLUT AND WHORE"
The pleasure you felt when you pounced on me
Was the scariest moment in my life
I could hear my heart breaking into bits
My throat would be so sore
I couldn't even utter a word
If one person noticed
If one person stopped him
I could've been sacred
I could've been normal
Next time you see a girl/boy with Mark's all over their body please take action you could sace them from sexually abuse
you can save them from physical abuse
You can prevent a sucide
you can help someone
Please dont be afraid to speak up
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Invisible Feelings
Poetry"Everyone hurts you you just have to find the people who are worth the pain" Highest tag - 2nd all alone
