Today she's turning 16.
Everyone's singing, but she cant seem to smile.
She wonders if anyone realizes, that behind her long sleeves,
are her scars.
Shame. Regret. Hurt. No one should have to feel this way.
She felt *****. Disgusted. Used.
Something precious had been ripped from her.
No one should have to deal with the pain she went through,
that horrible night.
The pain and suffering still lurked in her head as she dreamed at night.
It isn't forgotten, and never will be.