Dec 2017
I was just a child
No more than 8 years old,
When you touched me
You ripped off the clothes i had on
And tried to take my virginity
I struggled
And struggled
Untill i got free from the
Cheap beer breath
And horrifying monster of a man
That you have become
I ran into the bathroom
And hid
Until my cousin
The one you were supposed to have been in love with
Came home to a crying mess of an 8 year old
Who was in the bathroom
Hiding from the demon
I didnt tell anyone for years
I didnt feel like i could
After all
You didnt take my virginity away
But you took everything else away from me
You took my trust away
You ruined my self esteem
You took your stained knife and tore me too pieces
You took away my peace of mind
And instaled the fear of being touched by you again
Touched by anyone again
A fear so bad that
I didnt tell anyone about you
Until you were gone
Yet some people tell me
My mom,
My "friends",
The media,
Just because
I was able to pull away
Just because i was able to keep my virginity
I cant feel this pain
That i shouldn't
And that the ones who had such a precious thing
Taken away from them deserve to feel it
To be open about it
So for years i stood silent
While others spoke up
Because im a person
Who was molested
But im done being controlled
So i stand with my fellow broken men and women
And chant
"Me too!"
No more than 8 years old,
When you touched me
You ripped off the clothes i had on
And tried to take my virginity
I struggled
And struggled
Untill i got free from the
Cheap beer breath
And horrifying monster of a man
That you have become
I ran into the bathroom
And hid
Until my cousin
The one you were supposed to have been in love with
Came home to a crying mess of an 8 year old
Who was in the bathroom
Hiding from the demon
I didnt tell anyone for years
I didnt feel like i could
After all
You didnt take my virginity away
But you took everything else away from me
You took my trust away
You ruined my self esteem
You took your stained knife and tore me too pieces
You took away my peace of mind
And instaled the fear of being touched by you again
Touched by anyone again
A fear so bad that
I didnt tell anyone about you
Until you were gone
Yet some people tell me
My mom,
My "friends",
The media,
Just because
I was able to pull away
Just because i was able to keep my virginity
I cant feel this pain
That i shouldn't
And that the ones who had such a precious thing
Taken away from them deserve to feel it
To be open about it
So for years i stood silent
While others spoke up
Because im a person
Who was molested
But im done being controlled
So i stand with my fellow broken men and women
And chant
"Me too!"
I felt like i needed to get this off my chest. For years i felt like i couldnt say anything about being molested because their was alwayd someone saying "well my pain is bigger than your pain!" "well i was ***** so im worse off than you!". Why is this a thing? Why do people feel the need to tell people who were molested that since they "didnt have their virginity taken away" they were better off? For years i cried myself to sleep, and for years i could imagine his hands still on me but yet im not supposed to be upset about that?
I dont get it.
Im not trying to say "oh people who are ***** need to shut up" or "blah blah my pain is worse blah blah", im just saying that people who were molested should not be critisized for speaking up, neither should people who were *****. **** and molestation are both terrible and it needs to stop.
Pronto.
I dont get it.
Im not trying to say "oh people who are ***** need to shut up" or "blah blah my pain is worse blah blah", im just saying that people who were molested should not be critisized for speaking up, neither should people who were *****. **** and molestation are both terrible and it needs to stop.
Pronto.
