Silent Cries

My tears began to flow like the blood from my ****** when he raped me. It’s crazy how he looks into my eyes & can’t seem to see himself. The spitting image of him, I wonder if he was raped like he’s raping me. With every thrust it feels like my insides are being ripped apart and life begins to seep out of my body. He starts to pant & jerk letting me know he is done. As he leaves the room, I am too weak to move. Closing my eyes, I begin to pray, “Dear Lord please hear my cries”. I know my mother who’s in the room next to me hears my cries but is to highed up to even care. She ignores the fact that my ****** looks played with, abused, and misused. MY OWN FATHER RAPED ME & my mother ignored it.