he ripped my clothes off,
whispered threats in my ear.
i cried and screamed and begged
for my daddy to have been there.
he took my dignity
and left me with shame,
he left me with bruises,
and left me with pain.
i could’ve told you i’m fine,
but i would’ve lied.
victim or survivor?
i just can’t decide.
soon it will be three years
since my life made sense,
three years since i had this
memory to battle against.
i wake up in the middle of the night,
reliving the worst day i’ve ever had,
everyday is worse than the last,
i wish i was only sad.
i could’ve told you i’m fine,
but i would’ve lied.
victim or survivor?
i just can’t decide.
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