In the corner of her room
She sits with leg between her legs
She has been abused
Verbally
Sexually
Emotionally
By those she called family and friends
By those she was supposed to trust

Trust, yeah right whatever
Those demons stoll from her
Those demon tore her soul apart

In the corner of her room
She sits with leg between her legs
She does not cry
For crying would let them win
Give them a victory
That
She can not
She will not allow