Dark horror night
Moon nor the star's we're present to witness it all
forced to dance and sing the song of intimacy
Her pride lost in the ocean of her own tear's
Innocence wrapped around his fingers
She no longer owed it
Eye's opened to adulthood
The pain between her legs was all it took her to hit the wave of trauma
Lost her voice in the midst of seeking for help
Later found it in her therapist's office
Numb and suicidal is what she became
No amount of water could wash away the scars
and the pain she felt
Death was her only escape
She wouldn't even take a fleeting moment to look at her reflation
She was disgusted.
She was reminded of what had happened to her
She had the same question
Floating in her head day and night
"Why me?"
she needed nothing but protection from him
But her helplessness was all he needed
to take advantage of her
She never asked to be a rape vicitm
She can be the girl writing this poem,
The girl reading this poem
Or she can be the girl who gave up on life.
She can be any girl
And being a rape vicitm was never her fault.
_Tao
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