My Life: A poetry Series

My Therapist

My therapist asked about my past again

Where would I even begin?

From the very start I never had a chance

Daddy knew he loved me at first glance

Wake and bake

Then he'd bring out his snake

A quick glass of gin

Glazed eyes and a drunken grin

"Lie still baby, hush"

"Don't worry it won't hurt much"

For five years I was daddy's little slut

Then I became mommy's' little nut

A blade always to my skin

Left me with no wear to fit in

Wounds to deep to mend

Made self-harm my only friend

And then I fell for John

And now he'll never be gone

That day will forever haunt my dreams

The day everyone ignored my screams

He watched as they held me down

Each taking a turn pounding my mound

Even with condoms there's always a maybe

And four months later I miscarried a baby

I relive it all every night in my sleep

But these are my secrets to keep

So I could never tell her all this

Who does she think she is? My therapist?