My eyes are closed My snores take up the air Your hand slides up my Thigh and your fingers Run through my hair My eyes stay shut And your hands roam My cries stay silent As you are in my room Your hands venture deeper Than any had gone My eyes watered and I tried to yawn My cry turned to a sob As I realized I could not Tell my mom As I looked in the mirror That next day I realized bad things Seemed to always come my way My eyes welled with tears And I pulled out my hair Screaming but still Knowing no one Really cared.
Very personal poem. Unfortunately ****** abuse happens to a lot of people. Remember to stay strong.