Poem: Feelings
Created | Updated May 22, 2006
As he stroked my hair.
I trusted him,
I Loved him.
He was always there
To remove all my despair.
I felt calm
As he touched my breast.
Like my father,
I needed him.
I did not think to protest
As my body was undressed.
I felt confused
As he came inside me.
Soft and warm,
Very unwanted.
I was dumb and unwilling to flee.
He was enjoying his spree
I felt hurt.
The pain brought me back
I ripped
I bled
My world turned black
As he finished his gentle attack.
I feel guilt,
It should never have been.
Im bad.
Im dirty.
Now i cut my evil skin.
Every day and night I let him win.