Raped
Foot on my head
face to the ground
I scream out for help
but no ones around
hand on my mouth
the other on my throat
I just wanted to commit suicide
I should’ve left a note
scared for my life
praying he doesn’t have a knife
once I saw his twisted smile
my mouth began to fill with bile
Nasty pedophile, he’ll be locked up for a while
I don’t want to die
I just want to end the pain
memories of that night are forever in my brain
they’re driving me insane
It’s killing me inside
swallowing me like high tide
I can’t believe how hard I cried
felt so used
part of me has died
*found this in my diary from the third time I was raped at age 12, I'm 16 now*
Enjoy
Copyright © Emilee Marr | Year Posted 2017
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