It's no one's fault that the life I've been living has had it's troubles and been hard.
That men have thought it's their right to touch me, slap, grab, and abuse me in anyway the seem fit. They raped me dead inside. Treating me badly, me trying to get away, but frozen in place. Their words, their fists, their touch on me. Telling me that i was made for them to take advantage, and use me, even when i screamed "no".
Screaming no! They just laughed and carried on. Hitting, fighting against them, helped me no way. Enjoying my pain, and frustration, pleasure from my screams.
I would start to think, that this was normal, that everyone goes through this, and this is love. Things would get better and he'll show his love better. But it never changed, no matter how hard I tried it too.
Things got worse, more painful, dead inside as i carry on. Feeling myself wither away.
I need the help to Carry on, even when all hope is dead and gone.
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