as i sit in the darkness of my room,
I think of all of the wrong either done to me,
or that I had done myself.
I remember the crimes committed against me.
I ask myself how someone could do something like that to me.
What did i do wrong?
Why did you attack me they way you did.
I was only a young girl.
I didn't do anything to you.
you cheated me of what was rightfully mine.
you took the most precious gift we as people are given.
you ripped me of what i was saving.
it was mine and you destroyed it.
you tied me up and had your way with a young child.
you recorded my torture for your own amusement.
you ***** me.
you maimed me.
you beat me.
you forced me to watch what had been done to me.
you forced me to do things no six year old should ever do.
i was saving that for someone i loved.
it wasn't yours.
for years i blamed myself.
i would shower and never believe i could be clean.
you demolished me.
but i got through it
you lose.