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It's about sexual abuse and assault and how it can cripple your soul

It's strange

It's strange how a few short seconds can lead you in a whole new direction It alters how you think and you can see your own reflection From a single moment on, my life was completely changed

Like everything I had previously knew had suddenly been rearranged No one will ever understand how I felt those days But deep within this poem I shall try to convey

I cannot even begin to illustrate the repulsive person I once knew I intend to simply express the horror that I went through A story I will tell, awakening the pits of hell

He came into my life when I was just a little girl I was happy and young and then he changed my life

The first time it happened I was only eight, pinned against the wall, being eight a little small It went on until I was thirteen He took me to a broken down bridge, he threatened me as he dragged me down the ridge

He said if I told anyone he would strangle me till I die So I just lay there silent as a grave, wanting to scream and shout

Tongue against my chest, you can imagine the rest Touching, feeling, my eyes rolling to the sky I remember the way it hurt, as blood suddenly poured onto the dirt

I sat there blank faced and scared knowing that I couldn't cry For I knew what would happen if he saw the tears in my eyes

He covered my mouth and whispered in my ear; "it happens to all the bad girls my dear" Was I that bad of a kid? I asked myself

A year passed along and then it happened again My mom was out at work and it was him and me again My mind filled with confusion and his filled with lust

I sat next to him just doing my homework When he pulled me on top of him and molested me again The road have been down is really scary and terrifying

The memories are still here and I want them gone One day, I was in bed and he came to say goodnight Except he took a little longer before he turned out the lights

He looked at me and said "bitch I wish you weren't alive And all I was thinking was your right, I wish I didn't survive

I don't understand how a father can hate his daughter so much I froze and couldn't believe this was going on I tried so badly not to think of the sharp pain

Tears like elegant pearls gracefully danced down my face I peered into his soul with a firm look of disgrace His cold touch like a vacuum sucking out my life

His ears were wide open but he Wouldn't hear my plea His intention was deliberate; It was clear and overt It's abit funny that a piece of scum is all he'll ever be

For the only thing that he accomplished doing in life is me What some can only imagine in their worst possible nightmare Is my gruesome reality that can't be undone nor repaired

I may have the kindest heart but that came with a cost It has felt the worst pains and experienced the greatest loss I can not change the past, an event to which I succumbed

But I can change the present and focus on what is to come We are all so different yet so much the same Everyone, in one way or another will experience some kind of pain

Everybody has some things they don't wish to recall Into each life some rain must fall Dreary days will steadily approach, bad memories trailing behind

These dark days are necessary, just important as the rest For if we didn't have the worst, we couldn't recognize the best

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