Never make me tell you the story,
Never make me go into depth.
About how scared I was,
About how hurt I was,
About how helpless I was,
About anything.
Just make me forget,
Make me forget that I have scars,
Make me forget that I have demons,
Make me forget that he took my innocence,
Make me forget that he raped me,
Make me forget about his hands.
His harsh grip on my throat,
His hands pressed against my mouth to silence my screams,
Make me forget about him.
Love or lust,
It doesn't matter,
Just promise you won't hold me down,
Promise you won't continue when I beg you to stop,
Promise you won't force yourself inside of me,
Promise you won't leave me for dead,
Promise,
Just promise you won't be like him.
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Thoughts From A Victim
PoetryA collection of poems from a girl really going through it.
