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HIM *****TRIGGER****
It started out innocent a bump here and there
oops sorry i didnt see you standing there
then the hugs got longer the stares became peircing and the touches became to much to bare
one night while sleeping laying upon my back
i was flipped over huge hands around my neck they were wrapped
if you move i'll kill you is whispered in my ear
couldnt move if i wanted to held hostage by the fear
the tears crept slowly but no sound will anyone hear
as my belongings are ripped from my body i cringed in fear
my body feels like im being split in to
as he enters my body i dont know what to do
im only eleven i say
but he continues with the burning and tearing anyway
unable to cope with whats happening to me
i close my eyes wishing he wasnt doing this how could this be
praying to be outside of my skin
praying and wishing please let this be the end
i hear him grunt and he squeezes my neck hard
i cant breathe to say the least
again i am flipped to face the beast
you liked it didnt you
you wanted me didnt you
afraid to say no i answer yes
the beast threw me my clothes told me to wash and get dressed and to keep my mouth shut if i knew what was best
he left my room with a grin on his face
this day from my memory will never be erased
i lay there unable to move
the end of his wrath would not come soon
after a while i stood my blood and his semen crept down my thigh
needless to try and count the tears i cried
many nights he would return to his feast
which is why i called him the beast
after the depart of his return
my whole body burned
i cry silent tears
more times then the ones you can hear
sexually dysfunctional
cant be touched with out the stagment memories of him that rise to the surface cutting my emotions deep
yet noone understands why i weep
how can you erase such vile memories from your mind
as if you chose to live the life of the lost
and become employed with shame and fear as your boss
to the world i am upright standing tall
yet they wonder why doesnt she speak at all speak
only when spoken to is how i live
fearing the crack in my voice might somehow give way to the fear and shamefulness inside
in my mind i just wanna hide
