You could have warned me and told me not to be in you life,
But you failed.

You knew that one day,
Just one day I would want it all out.
The truth about you and I
Yet you were courageous for you knew that no one would believe me.

I was just too young and guillible.
I let you toil and tosse me around and I enjoyed every moment.

The pain I felt when you penetrated me was nothing but a challenge to me,
I always called myself a tough girl,
One that could stand all pain.

You took advantage of silence,
A great secret keeper I always was.
You told me that I would lose my dignity if I ever dared to break a promice.

You made me promice that I wouldn't tell.
And with some little priceless candy bars you always knew how to keep
my mouth shut until this day

This specific moment that I have woken up from a fairy tale of pain, suffering,
Brutality
And abuse.
I am ashamed of my childhood days,
And all the silly little confidence I had.

What kind of a stupid game was I playing with an old man when my peers were playing with dolls.
Now I see you behind bars and all that comes in my mind is "God curse that monster"
While then I called you my best friend.

Now that i have over grown the trauma and pain.
I have not over grown the hate of all man that take advantage of little girls like you did.
I promice you that when you die,
I will spit on your grave,
And this is one promice I am not going to break.