They never told you in school,
How much life hurts.
Just how evil people could be.
You found that out the hard way,
Through pain,
Screaming,
Break ups.
You learned the harsh reality of the world,
By stepping out into it.
And being hurt.
At 17,
You were known as the girl who got raped.
They barely remembered your name.
You were barely a person.
And you surely didn't feel like one.
You tried so hard to get past it,
But how could you,
When you were constantly reminded.
Constantly asked,
If you were okay,
When you could barely breath.
YOU ARE READING
Cry
Poetry100 word stories. - warning! Talks about suicide, self harm, abuse, etc. read at your own risk. this is your only trigger warning. -
