Echos OF Silence: The Unspoken Struggles Of Mental Health

A Tool That's What I was

A tool, that's what I was

In the hands of those I loved

A puppet, a pawn, a soulless thing
Used and abused, by those above

I was just a child, so innocent
But something in me broke, something bent
When the one who should have protected me
Became the one who hurt me, endlessly

Rape, by a family member who didn't care
It tore me apart, it left me bare
I screamed and cried, but he didn't hear
For him, it was all just a sick game, a veneer

He beat and used me, like a tool
A plaything, a possession, a mere fool
But I am not a thing, for him to own
I am a human, with a voice, with a soul

You left me with bruises, physical scars
But the deepest wound, is inside my heart
The trust, the love, the faith I had
All shattered, by the one who made me sad

I tried to speak up, to make you see
But you turned a blind eye, you chose to be
In denial, in ignorance, in your own twisted world
While I was left to suffer, to be unfurled

Now as I stand, with strength and grace
I refuse to let your memory erase
The power, the courage, the survival in me
For I am more than a victim, I am free

Free from your touch, your sickening gaze
Free from your hold, your manipulative ways
I am a survivor, a warrior, a Phoenix reborn
Stronger, braver, and no longer torn

So hear me now, all who have faced
The pain, the horror, of rape and abuse
You are not alone, you are not a tool
You are a warrior, a survivor, you are beautiful.