⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: Themes of ****** Assault ⚠️
They told me I should be grateful,
As if pain is a prize for the taking.
“Was she hot?” they laughed,
Unaware of the soul they were breaking.
A man, they say, can’t be a victim,
Not of this—not of her.
“You got lucky,” they grin,
While my mind’s a blur.
It wasn’t luck when my breath froze still,
When my voice was stolen, against my will.
But the world looks at me, unphased, unkind,
As if my torment lives only in my mind.
They tell me men are made of stone,
That we can’t be broken, can’t be owned.
But when darkness fell, she carved her claim,
And left me drowning in silent shame.
“It’s not the same,” they smugly say,
“Don’t act like a girl; you’ll be okay.”
But it wasn’t a conquest, wasn’t a score—
It was a theft that echoes evermore.
How do I mourn what I’m told is gain?
How do I heal when they mock my pain?
This isn’t a badge, no victory here,
Just the soundless weight of my deepest fear.
Because no one sees the scars we bear,
When society’s laughter fills the air.
But I’ll whisper truth into the night
A man can hurt, that’s my fight.
I’ll shatter the silence, reclaim my right—
A man’s pain burns just as bright.
⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: Themes of ****** Assault ⚠️
This piece holds a lot of weight—it’s one of my most personal. It’s deep, it’s heartbreaking, and it’s real. The topic of ****** assault is a serious one, regardless of who is affected. I wrote this from personal experience, with the intention of shedding light on male victims—those who are often doubted or dismissed. A man can go through this. They should not be silenced. No one should.
