My Hurt
My Hurt,
My Hurt seems to still be there.
It is almost 15 years ago it happened.
I usually like to help people.
This one time, changed the way I am today!
My Hurt,
I was asked on Facebook to help someone.
I went over there thinking there wife was there.
Wrong, he sexually assaulted me.
My trust, dignity and identity disappeared.
My Hurt,
I ask why was I the one hospitalized?
Why wasn't he. He was the one who needed it.
I do forgive after all these years.
He played games and tormented me.
This was before blocking, and reporting.
My Hurt,
I keep asking why me?
What did I do to deserve it.
Stay safe when you agree to help someone.
Please head my story. It changed me forever.
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