Sometimes I just lie in bed at night
Thinking about everything, life, school, work
But then you come up
You and what you did that night come up
I can feel the tears well in my eyes as I remember
As I remember what you did.
I can still feel the warmth if your hands on my cold, small body
I was 8, when you did what you did
I was 8 in my pink bedroom.
I was 8, in my pink bedroom you helped paint
I was 8 in my pink bedroom with my barbie dream home
I was 8, and my mind couldn't process what you did
I'm 18 now, and I know what you did.
I'm 18 now, what you did is still affecting me
I'm 18 now, and I have trust issues because of you.
I'm 18 with walls as tall as to Burj Khalifa to protect myself because of you
I bet you didn't even think about me
I bet you didn't even think about my feelings
I bet you didn't think about how your actions are still hurting me today
You've probably forgotten what you did to me by now
But I can't forget.
I see you when I close my eyes.
I see you when I sit in my room.
I see you in the house you lived in,
You left that behind too
I just turned 18, and your mom wished me a happy birthday.
If only she knew.
If only she knew how you took advantage of my trust, innocence and me
If only she knew how you wormed your way into my family and my life only to destroy me.
So here I am, at 1am
Pouring my soul into this poem so I have a healthy way to release my emotions because if not I'm just angry
I'm angry that you did it
I'm angry that I trusted you
I'm angry that I held on to it for so long
I'm angry for how I hate myself because of you
You made me a number.
You made me a statistic.
You made me 1 in 9.
That's the statistic for girls like me, who were destroyed by people like you
YOU ARE READING
10 years later
Puisiso this is a poem that I wrote really late one night when I couldn't sleep about the way I felt about something traumatic that happened to me 10 years ago. I don't know if I'll edit or add to it later, I'm open to suggestions on how to make it bette...
