Raw.
Naked.
And sore.
My childhood was taken the moment I was stripped.
Nothing to protect myself with but secrets.
Feeling vulnerable.
Feeling pleased but disgusted.
Did God do this.
Am I damned for eternity.
Or is this the devils work.
Was this man meant to take my innocence.
Was he meant to destroy it.
But here I am,
Still raw,
Naked,
And sore.
Not only questioning the women's role,
But questioning the mans.
Were men supposed to do this.
Are women meant to be treated like toys for the mans pleasure.
But still here I am,
Raw,
Naked,
And sore.
And no question answered
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Pain
RandomA book with short stories about depression, anxiety, and a few other things. They tell you the thoughts and feelings that can go through your head or just about why or how somethings happen the way they do. These short stories are not true events. I...
