Sleep
She sleeps at dawn or so they think.
She wakes in sweats not knowing where she is at.
She's flashing back to her rape.
Wishing it never happened.
Wishing these feelings of hate and anger would go away.
She's ready for healing.
Ready to be happy.
Sometimes she thinks it's never gonna come.
Some days she's so tired of life.
She thinks she'll be better off dead.
She has people who love and care about her;
So she fakes a smile, a laugh, but she's dying inside.
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