Sometimes I stare at the wall wondering who's the one to blame I know it's not my fault
for deciding not to express what happened because I figured I'd fall short to unlimited amounts of shame
It always tends to lead to an emotional rage dazed and hopelessly praying this pain would vanish by night
How did you even get me here? It seems like everything was somehow maliciously done out of spite, that is
I let him down once & his ultimate reaction was surprisingly this
me waking up to that humiliating forceful kiss
How could you do this to me? I was one of your closest friends & you willingly put the devil in my cup just to push forward with trying your luck
Were you happy then? you got me away from the crowd my adrenaline started rushing yet my body was stiff sinking deep into your filthy bed
you thought you were caressing my skin but in reality it felt like a creature slithering up my legs
Why didn't you stop? I had faith you'd realize you were wrong I kept praying God gave me the strength, the strength to push you off and run as fast as i could instead I laid there disgusted hoping somehow you would—stop and let me go free
well my prayer was answered you aggressively pushed my body to the side and went into the other room
I found the strength and disappeared within a second because if you came back sooner I knew I'd be doomed
I ran to my place as fast as I could leaving behind my womanhood...and the girl I once knew.
I found myself staring at the wall wondering who's the one to blame.
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The Situation
Poetry"Sexual assault takes many forms including attacks such as rape or attempted rape, as well as any unwanted sexual contact or threats."
