Bluebells
Are my words too powerful,
the torture of truth
I’m not the only girl
You have so much to lose.
We all know your secret
you can say it’s just a lie
Ive gained weight from the trauma
I even took my life
When I swallowed all the pills
And the ambulance came
I replayed back to the memory
Of when I called your name
Not to moan, but to stop, but you still carried on
I survived the event
I didn’t want to go on
But I did and I wished I was dead
As I kept it inside as resent
The scars on my body will remain of the dread
The deed of sex that you thought was consent.
By Rosie Hill
Copyright © Rosie Hill | Year Posted 2019
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