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kaylynn Little Feb 2019
Taken for Granted
Kaylynn Little

Quiet, dreadful nights turning into loud echoing screams and wet sheets
Remembering the cold isolating touch of your hands on my shaken body
I grimace at the thought of one day again, we might meet.
I wish I hadn’t of been alone, regretting that I hadn’t brought somebody.

The bad thing about having a trusting heart, is it doesn’t know when to stop
Not wanting to believe that anybody could be capable of something so frigid
How could someone be so heartless, as to force you down while they are on top
No matter how much I said no, you stayed against my skin, your body rough and rigid.

I cried out for help but your parents weren’t there, I guess they trusted you as much as I did
Look where a heart of gold got me, here wishing my heart no longer felt a beat
They didn’t believe you were capable of such a horrid act, in their defense you were just a kid
That didn’t stop you however, I laid there frightened in a cold sweat.


I don’t think I’ll ever fully recover, from the night you took me for granted
I never would have taken you for that kind of person, then again I trusted you.
November 4,2017 I was *****. the guys is 17 now I'm 16. at the time of the **** he was 16 I was turning 15.
IamThatGirl May 2018
after 14 years of bullying and abuse,
mentally ill she seeks a thrill,
she seeks validation from anyone in this wide nation,
she just wanted some good attention,
to relief some of that tension,
she just wanted a friend,
but her autism made it hard to comprehend.

It started out so innocent,
she could not see his intent,
he moved in slow and calm,
he had her in the palm of his hand,

they finally met and behind all of the distress
she felt like he ment well
then it all turned around and became hell

he wasn´t  who he said he was,
and the girl ran out of all her luck,
forcing her into submission,
he could do whatever he wanted,
bewitching - her with charm and kind words,
that innocent girl turned against the world,

the depression got worse,
and in the end she just wanted to purge,
she wanted it gone,
her family, her school the world,
she was alone,
nobody to her support,

and as the days grew old,
she made another attempt on her life,
she succeeded,

that´s how I wish It would have ended sometimes
but I kept going,
I held my head high,
I am not that innocent anymore,
and my soul is forever sore,

I´m still fighting my demons every day,
and I will for the rest of my life,
until I finally hit the hay.
just kinda of a summery of how I became a victim of **** for the first time at the age of 14. I don´t even remember how maybe times it has happend since that first time. But thankfully I´m away from all of that now.
Janie Elizabeth Oct 2017
i was a little girl
you where a grown man
i had no say
you acted upon your own sin
you took my flower
i was too young to know
at the time you had the power
to that i say no more
you are a filthy demon of the night
i am a ****** by heart and its my own right
you rot in your own filth
forever a beast you will be
i have many choices of who i want to be
a writer, a painter, psychologist, or musician
i have a life that is worth living
you may have taken my flower but my words still remain
you thought you had the power
but you're only insane
This poem is about ****. you should be aware of who you trust because i was a victim so many times to family members, but now i am a survivor
Dawn Treader Jan 2017
She will never understand
Fundamentalist Christianity’s demand
To maintain a perfect flower
Solely for a husband to devour

Robbed of her innocence
She begs in the form of repentance
For acceptance and forgiveness
The entire congregation a witness

To victim shame is to victim blame
Even innocent children aren’t immune
Ten past noon on a sunny day in June
A girl’s ***** was breached
A sin in the eyes of the lord, the goodly preacher preached

An unmarried non-****** is a ***** and nothing more
A defiled child, her name reviled

She is blamed, she is shamed
By her own flesh and blood
Silenced was the little lamb
To hell she will be ******

Keep up the facade
Just smile and nod
Pretend to love the church
Cross necklace, bible, and long skirt
C’mon show your love! Buy that Jesus merch!

Wanting to shed her skin
A prison she’s trapped in
The most perfect of little girls
Except she lost her white pearls

A bitter pill to swallow
The Lord Jesus she must follow
Knowing her body’s imperfect
Understanding she’ll never be worth it

So with the congregation’s nod, the goodly preacher preached:
"For in the eyes of God,
A ***** which is breached
On a girl without a ring
Is worth nothing but a fling"
The aftermath of another poem (see Blood and Cigarettes). Often victims of assault are blamed, even small children. It is somehow our fault.
Mystifying Chaos Sep 2015
Her eyes reflected the tragedy she endured
She struggled daily to escape this hell hole
Her pain, was evident through the tears that rolled down her cheeks
Her cries were capable of making the strongest person weep.

She often wondered why...
Why was she so unfortunate to deserve such a fate?
Why she was not capable to give up on her life?

She burned in agony
She screamed in pain
She yelped for help, But no one came to her aid.
She was fed up but was still clinging onto some hope.

She tried to fight.... Oh how hard she tried to hold onto her life.
But he took everything away..
He stripped her from her innocence, caged her freedom and destroyed her pride.
And one unfateful day.. He even took her life.

One day, in broad daylight
He entered the house, staggering towards her with a knife.
He stabbed her, not once but twice.
Cursing her that she was reason people looked at him with spite.

He forced her into such a dark place where it's impossible to survive.
Her once porcelain skin turned scarlet.
Her struggle to survive, ceased to exist.
She was put out of her misery.
She was put out of her pain.

If only the people had believed her cries.
If only they had offered to help her fight.
Maybe.. just maybe She would still be alive.
janie Jul 2015
dear daddy I miss you.
do you remember me at all?
I doubt you do..

daddy do you know what you've done?
you killed me inside.
you was like a bullet blasting from a gun.

daddy I'll never see you again...
does that bother you?
I've held on as long as I can.

its been 7 years already.
I last saw you when I was 9.
all that time and I'm still not ready.

I can't lose you but you're already gone.
I'm not allowed to ever see you again.
what have I done?

I should've not told what you did to me.
its not your fault.
you can't remember because you was high so of it you have no memory.

I'll never forget you even though I forgot your face.
I'll always love you but I hate you so much.
the only thing I remember is the court case.

what's gonna happen if I was to marry.
who's gonna walk me down the isle.
its not fair as you can see.

you're the reason I won't trust a guy.
you're the reason I'm afraid to breathe.
you're the reason I'm not afraid to die.

its over, all of my happiness.
I'm always sad because of you.
all I'll ever feel is sadness.
I don't wanna hold in my story anymore. I don't wanna hold in my pain. it haunted me till I couldn't take much more.
Brittany Wynn Mar 2015
I should’ve known the way you warmed your palms
against my back that you would kiss me, but at least your trembling
lips covered the hesitancy of mine, tortured into timidity
by the guy who pushed himself into me demanding
that I like it. You touched me with a reverence I didn’t deserve
as I remained tangled in reservations of certain caresses, positions,
and the possible suggestion of *** in my bed. You nestled your chin

in the curve of my neck instead and while you slept on the prospect
of contentment, I cried for trust you would expect from me, a wrecked
reject **** victim who believed that maybe she was a tease who would continue to displease any man willing to lay her. I made you leave
when I saw the sun’s rays, but relief didn’t stay behind.

— The End —