I change into my pajama before going to bed
They consist of a pair of pale pink panties and a loose t shirt
As I lay down in my bed my uncle comes into the room
As he closes the door he tells me to be quiet don't worry it's just me
He begins to undress and I look on confused
Once he is fully disrobed he climbs into bed
He places himself on top of me and once again tells me to be quiet
He pushes my panties aside and divulges in to me
He ignores my screams and cries until I can only whimper in pain
He finishes inside me as I lay in a mess of blood, tears, and my own vomit
As he slowly unsheaths himself from me he tells me how great I was how he's so proud of me
As he dresses and leaves the room he tells me to sleep naked from now on, how much more he'll like that and how much easier it will be then
I curl my shaking body into a ball of my own filth and cry
This continues on for the next year
Every day me waiting naked
Until one day I climb onto the counter in the bathroom
Reaching for my mother's razors I get to the blade
One by one I drag the piece of metal up towards my elbows until nothing is left
As I lay in the bathroom tub covered in my blood and tears I'm thankful at least this was on my own accord
3 hours later my parents and uncle come home finding me
I'm paler than the light pink panties two sizes too small adorning my hips
My t shirt now fitting as it should is covered in my blood a stain that will never come out
There is a neat envolope clutched to my chest, covered in a plastic bag to keep from ruin
Inside is everything that happened to me, my last thought to shareI am 7 years old when I die
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Here We Go Again
PoetryEverything I haven't said I feel like I should have titled this "Ya girl: A Sad Bitch"