you took it from me.
no, you stole it.
how dare you do that to a 14 year old girl, getting her drunk her first time. then two years later she stays drunk to forget what started with a bottle.
how do i feel today?
angry, you know i still have the mentally still there bruises from you? the ache in the back of my head where you pulled my hair. the bite marks left a scar on my shoulder, so did the cut on my throat from the knife you used to force me.
do you know how hard that was to go to the hospital and tell them what you done?
its not completely your fault im like this today.
what am i doing because of it?
cutter,drinker,starver, and suicidal.
its mostly my fault for being too scared to say no.
also mostly my fault for living after you slit my throat.
this was about a very hard day of my life, i got my virginity taken by friends brother at 14, while he was 19, he got me drunk and took me to his room.
please dont give negative comments on this personal poem because this is the first time i have ever shared this with strangers other than the police and my therapist, and parents.