I sit in the dark corner of my bed. No spark of light in my head. My thoughts like a hurricane

Scratching at the body that no longer feels like mine your hands on my wrists and thighs taking my light.

Once bright and filled with joy, now feeling like a toy
you did what you pleased while I could only freeze.

too young to know what it was for sure, old enough to know it wasn't right.

Six years old there goes the light.

Maybe I shouldn't still hurt, but it still rushes through my mind like a strong current.
It's been ten years, the nightmares making me scream.

Years have gone by and I still cannot dream.

That man still has no idea what he took from me or what I received.

He gave me anxiety, recurring nightmares. Pushed the demons to visit me while I sleep.

New nightmares have arrived from that night some taking my breath till I lose my fight.
Staying up all hours of the night.

Sixteen now, where is the light?

Fourteen told one soul. He broke the strength I had gathered. With an iron fist, it was shattered.

bestowed with trust he ****** into a form of intimacy I wasn't ready for ultimately.

Pressured and manipulated into acts that shouldn't have been done.

Now he visits the nightmares.

Sitting in the dark corner of my bed pulling the hair from my head.
The walls screaming at me telling me what he stole from me.

My room is no longer a room it is a cell that keeps me caged.
Allowing my demons to point and laugh at my desperate attempt to swim.

to swim from the grim blackness that flows from my bones.

The room that once saw my light now lets it take
flight.

Migrating to warmer places while this winter storm rips me to pieces

There Goes The Light