Childhood Stolen

Childhood stolen.


You molested me when I was eight.
But I thought. It was great.
Didn’t know any better,
Didn’t know it was wrong.

You introduce me to crank.
Guess I though it would elevate my rank.
I wanted to fit in,
No guidance, lost… where do I begin?

As I struggle
In what some might call…
A perfect life

I run and I fall
I ignore my blessings.
Life leaves me guessing.

But I see you in the distance
Promising existence.

I reach out, Longing
for your hand.

As our fingertips touch
I feel peace… for a moment
Then the pain of the heat….
And my heart meet,
As my soul unites with hell.