Poem About Healing From Rape With Writing. (Heart Touching)

Rapism Is A Shameless Crime Committed By Human‘s On Human‘s Ever.

I can‘t talk to anybody,

I feel like nobody understands,

So I pick up some paper and grab me a pen.

You see me smile, but if you only knew

The things that I hold onto

And just can‘t seem to let go.

I know I must forgive, and I said that I do,

But I don‘t really think that I actually do.

Forgive my mother, my uncle, stepdad, and aunt‘s boyfriend

For the pain they put me through as a kid.

I spoke up, no one listened.

So it continued on and I just didn‘t mention

The things that went on in the middle of the night.

It happened before, so maybe it‘s all right.

At 5, at 8, at 9 and 10.

Over and over and over again.

She caught him, forgave, got married, nothing changed.

I‘m over it now, I really am.

I think about it every now and then.

Have trouble sleeping at night.

I laugh about it now, especially when I used to sleep with a knife.

I know the only way to get over it,

Is to open up and speak,

But when I spoke when I was younger,

No one heard me.

So you tell me, WHAT THE HECK DO I DO,

When that voice in my head keeps saying,

You‘re wasting your time, no one cares about you.

I can‘t shake that, I‘ve believed that my whole life.

I‘m just glad that God gave me a pen, paper, and the ability to write.

‘Cause when I feel like no one hears me,

I just write.

Lets Raise Our Voices For These Shameless Act

Note: These Poem Is Written By A Girl Undisclosed