It's been a year since the night in the alley.
A year since I lost everything.
A year something was stollen from me.
A year since I've felt trapped and not free.
Now I'm afraid to walk alone day and night.
I'm so scared, I don't have the strength to fight.
I still can't wrap my head around that night.
A year ago I lost my piece of mind.
I guess I'm just afraid to actually open up.
Because a year ago I got really hurt.
I push away the thoughts and tell everyone I'm alright.
I don't want them to know I'm dealing with this fight.
A year ago and I was only age twelve.
Why'd I have to be put through that hell.
A year ago he stole all of my innocence.
And along with that he stole my happiness.
A year ago I was small I couldn't fight him off.
But believe me I tried he was just too tough.
I begged him to stop, but he ignored my cries.
Now I'm left sleepless during all nights.
I'm turning fourteen and I still want to die today.
Because a year ago a man thought it was okay to rape.
While his friend held me down and they laughed
A year ago and I still feel like trash.
"Dirty, Disgusting, gross" my brain whispers it.
I don't know if I can cope or deal with this.
It's natural I couldn't control the response my body had.
But I feel gross and betrayed and wish I died a while back.
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Broken, but Fixed. Okay, yet Dying
RandomJust how I fell sometimes what goes through my mind. Crazy thoughts that race through my brain. Things I didn't say, but I wish I had. Question asked that I never really answered. Quotes I've made up. I'm broken, but I'm fixed. I'm okay, yet here I...