Some time ago
I was able to fake smile,
It seemed like it was working
Like I was convincing myself
And everyone around me I was happy.
But now,
Today,
In this moment
I'm tied of pretending,
Showing that smile,
It's not working,
Nothings working,
It's all too much,
I'm fading away,
More now than ever,
The girl I once was
She's gone,
Alone with the rest of my being,
It's all too hard.
The times I try to be happy,
To get past this,
A nightmare,
A flashback,
A movie scene,
Will again take me back to his room.
A queen size bed,
A little girl,
In the middle
Undressed,
Scared,
Unable to get out of his grip,
Listens to his
Commands,
His threats,
I did what I was told,
"Go faster"
"Shut up pig"
Everything he said I obeyed,
His lips of mine,
They felt so wrong,
So disgusting,
His hands touching my body,
They felt like rough bricks,
His hot breath,
Against my skin,
Yuck is all I felt,
It was so wrong
I hate myself,
For doing the things
At 7 I lost the sacred part of myself,
My virginity,
My worth,
My dignity.
All that time spent in his room,
Killed me.
I don't want to fake smile,
But it's the only way people will leave me alone,
To stop asking question,
Why did he do it?
Are you ok?
Why didn't you stop it?
When did this happen?
I don't know any of the answers to these question.
I hate being a victim,
More so I hate that I was my brother's victim,
He killed that little girl,
His words,
His actions
Have sliced my heart.
Talking
Screaming,
Crying
Nothing is working.
The memories,
That pain,
It's like a shadow,
One that never leaves me alone,
It's always walking closely behind me.
Its dark,
It scary,
It's lonely,
In my world.
I'm a shell,
No life,
No soul still exist in me,
The un harmed 7 year old,
Child I once was
Has faded away,
She's left me,
To fight this alone.
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Feelings
No FicciónAs a victim of abuse, I've experienced a lot in my life. As a young teenager, I'm trying to understand the emotions I'm feeling and how to overcome the trauma I've had to go through. Through witting I'm able to be completely honest with myself and o...