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You could have warned me and told me not to be in you life, But you failed. You knew that one day, Just one day I would want it all out. The truth about you and I Yet you were courageous for you knew that no one would believe me. I was just too young and guillible. I let you toil and tosse me around and I enjoyed every moment. The pain I felt when you penetrated me was nothing but a challenge to me, I always called myself a tough girl, One that could stand all pain. You took advantage of silence, A great secret keeper I always was. You told me that I would lose my dignity if I ever dared to break a promice. You made me promice that I wouldn't tell. And with some little priceless candy bars you always knew how to keep my mouth shut until this day This specific moment that I have woken up from a fairy tale of pain, suffering, Brutality And abuse. I am ashamed of my childhood days, And all the silly little confidence I had. What kind of a stupid game was I playing with an old man when my peers were playing with dolls. Now I see you behind bars and all that comes in my mind is "God curse that monster" While then I called you my best friend. Now that i have over grown the trauma and pain. I have not over grown the hate of all man that take advantage of little girls like you did. I promice you that when you die, I will spit on your grave, And this is one promice I am not going to break.
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Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 4:39 PM UTC
Shameful childhood days_raped victim
You could have warned me and told me not to be in you life, But you failed. You knew that one day, Just one day I would want it all out. The truth about you and I Yet you were courageous for you knew that no one would believe me. I was just too young and guillible. I let you toil and tosse me around and I enjoyed every moment. The pain I felt when you penetrated me was nothing but a challenge to me, I always called myself a tough girl, One that could stand all pain. You took advantage of silence, A great secret keeper I always was. You told me that I would lose my dignity if I ever dared to break a promice. You made me promice that I wouldn't tell. And with some little priceless candy bars you always knew how to keep my mouth shut until this day This specific moment that I have woken up from a fairy tale of pain, suffering, Brutality And abuse. I am ashamed of my childhood days, And all the silly little confidence I had. What kind of a stupid game was I playing with an old man when my peers were playing with dolls. Now I see you behind bars and all that comes in my mind is "God curse that monster" While then I called you my best friend. Now that i have over grown the trauma and pain. I have not over grown the hate of all man that take advantage of little girls like you did. I promice you that when you die, I will spit on your grave, And this is one promice I am not going to break.
Never been ***** or under any form of such trauma, I just felt like challenging myself by fitting myself in a victim's shoes and this is what I came up with. Yet my intentions for even writing this poem began with me in my broken emotions. But eventually I decided not to be selifish.
#broken#pain
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Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 4:39 PM UTC
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