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It all started out as innocent fun.
Joking, laughing.
But then his hands pulled open my shirt, pulled open my bra-
No.
Stop.
Within I am too weak to verbalize my fear.
What a worthless person I am.

I force the muscles in my face to lift my skin into a smile
False laughter hides the fright behind a curtain.
Bone crushing butterflies tearing at my insides.
Piercing voices scream in my head,
Fear paralyzed my body stiff.

Afterward, I am far too aware of how disgusting I am.
Inside I know speaking of the incident is no option.
What could they do?
It was my fault for not stopping him.
But is it my fault when I’m petrified?
Of course it is.
I had this coming, they say.
It’s my fault.

Disgust in my own skin forced me into sweatshirts.
My eyes watching my surroundings,
Petrified of seeing him, shifting me into paranoia.

No one should ever have this fucking feeling.
As my fingers smash into the keys,
I hope to some how explain to you this sickening truth.

What the fuck have you done to me?
Crying inside, throwing the blade away from me.
You are not worth my blood.

I remind myself daily,
Say nothing.
If I talk, people will notice.
It will spread like a forest fire.
He will do something again.
No.
No.

Description
It all started out as innocent fun.
Joking, laughing.
But then his hands pulled open my shirt, pulled open my bra-
No.
Stop.
Within I am too weak to verbalize my fear.
What a worthless person I am.

I force the muscles in my face to lift my skin into a smile
False laughter hides the fright behind a curtain.
Bone crushing butterflies tearing at my insides.
Piercing voices scream in my head,
Fear paralyzed my body stiff.

Afterward, I am far too aware of how disgusting I am.
Inside I know speaking of the incident is no option.
What could they do?
It was my fault for not stopping him.
But is it my fault when I’m petrified?
Of course it is.
I had this coming, they say.
It’s my fault.

Disgust in my own skin forced me into sweatshirts.
My eyes watching my surroundings,
Petrified of seeing him, shifting me into paranoia.

No one should ever have this fucking feeling.
As my fingers smash into the keys,
I hope to some how explain to you this sickening truth.

What the fuck have you done to me?
Crying inside, throwing the blade away from me.
You are not worth my blood.

I remind myself daily,
Say nothing.
If I talk, people will notice.
It will spread like a forest fire.
He will do something again.
No.
No.