Violated October 15 2000
He robbed me of my soul,
without a second thought of the damage he has caused.
So many doubts, fears, screams in the night,
such violence without hesitation, not even a pause.
He ripped my life away,
replaced with fear, sadness, anger and pain.
I want him to realize what he has stolen from me, my body, my mind,
I feel crazy, more like insane.
I didn't want this,
Where the he** was my choice?
I was not given one, he took it,
Did he hear? Was he listening to my voice?
How do I cope?
There's a void, such emptiness inside.
He left me with nothing to build on, to start with,
but all of these tears I have cried.
Violated in the most personal way,
there is one thing he will never take.
In my, this strength I have will never die,
and that he could never break.
I'm grabbing control and taking back my life,
he thought he had me, he was wrong.
I am going to move on, put all of this behind me,
grow and be strong.
Copyright © Priscilla Larson | Year Posted 2010
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