is what i've done slutty?
is the pain i've been though what i deserve?
i think so...
she was my friend. My "big sis".
she introuduced me to her roommate.
a nice 25 year old guy. I never saw anything wrong with him.
he was sweet, kind, almost like a brotherly or fatherly figure to me.
until the day he kissed me. my heart sang. i thought is this love?
but i was 9. i didnt know love.
he took me and her to the bedroom, layed me down and did the unspeakable
he told me he loved me and i beilieved the lie.
This carried on for years
and as i grew up i noticed the sick things i was doing
the pain of it. him ontop of me, saying such violent, immpuslive words were almost as if he was stabbing me in the heart.
The day i tried to finally end it he tied me to his bed, beat me black and blue and let me feel so used
I sourounded myself with my friends and they protect me now. i see him once and again as i walk to the park.
but the friend besides me is my protector and i know i am safe
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yeah this isnt really a poem...just something a wrote down one night after having a nightmare. but its true.
I'm thankful for all my friends. Love ya all!

i am afriad
hiding under my blanket
no one holding me
no one to hear my crys
no one to see the blood from my wrists