Rape

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couldnt he hear me,

hear my cries of pain,

couldnt he understand,

understand my tears of shame?

with the "no" that left me,

the expression truely ment,

he interpreted it backwards,

thinking it was a "yes" i sent.

left me there afterwords,

cold and alone,

feeling copletely used,

he never heard my agonizeing moan.

cut me bad,

hurt me deep,

let me be,

bring forever sleep.

not once, not twice,

too many to count,

too scarred, too ashamed,

every man i doubt.

though breif the time,

it felt like an eternity,

and knowing this ironic guilt,

shall always stay with me.

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Trista Calderara's picture

they keep telling you that rape is never your fault, but it still feels that way. I know what it's like to doubt every man you see, to wake from nightmares, to not want to be touched, to bleed till all the pain comes out. I know how it feels, and I'm sorry you had to go through it.