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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Dark · #1875071
a poem about what some children go through, read and you'll reveal what I'm talking about
I have a story, but I can't speak
I must be strong, yet I am weak
I have tears but I hide my pain
I must be strong but I'm going insane

I have fears, they pull me down
No one can soothe me in this town
I need to run away from here
So I could live without a fear

I am a wreck, I am a mess
But I need to live, I deserve no less
None of this was my mistake
But they pierced my heart with an invisible stake

It all started as a game
Where the rules never stayed the same
He was the King, I was his slave...
And she was silent as a grave

It didn't matter if I wanted to play
If he was in the mood, I had to obey
It didn't matter when I cried
he didn't stop, whatever I tried

It turned into his little game
Where reward and punishment were all the same
He touched me where and when he wanted
to the point where even dreams were haunted

He told me that I was his dream
Then slapped me so I wouldn't scream
Then he begged: "Forgive me, please!
I promise you that this will cease!"

But it did not and years have passed
My mind and body were still harassed
And my mother pretended not to see
What her brother did to me

It's over now, but I'm not free
Because I'm a shadow of what I used to be
As they say, revenge is sweet
Never again will his heart beat.

I have a story and I can speak
I'm strong now and I used to be weak
Tears are gone but I still feel the pain
I'm strong now, but I'll never be sane.
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