Tortured Soul
As I lye in my bed I hear the sounds of the stairs squeeking.
Wishing I could make myself invisable,
wishing I was dead!
As I hear my bedroom door open, I knew what was coming next.
As I seen him moving closer to my bed, when he felt for me,
I was not there I was hiding in my closet to keep him away!
The next night I moved my dresser in front of my door so,
he would not be able to enter no more!
I told my best friend who then told my teacher in the end.
I was living in fear of what might come next.
After all, I was but a child of 16 and knowone to believe me!
I told people in my family and all did was damn me.
By them not believeing me, I was stuck in this hell hole!
When he found out I told, it got worse!
He told everyone that I was lieing.
He got caught in his lie when the doctor said I had a baby inside.
Suddenly this man that was suspose to be a father figure to me,
broke down and told his wife.
This foster family that once thought they knew him, found out about the true him.
I could not stand to carry a baby from the man that raped me!
I had the baby terminated and cried from all this .
Not knowing how to move on and pick up the pieces of my life that was so cold!
I sometimes wonder to this day, what might have been!
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