Trauma Of A young Child
The flashbacks The nightmares The terror and screams The whimpers At night time you haunting my dreams I'm ripping and tearing parting at the seams I'm begging and pleading you're parting my knees it's hurting it's burning a heated up knife you're cutting and carving out all my insides you take turns back and forth between both my thighs I'm bleeding and bleeding more with each thrust I have problems and problems with giving out trust you broke me you broke me now I feel like dust I'm fighting and fighting all though it's hopeless I'm breaking and breaking I never said yes I'm useless I'm broken now I feel worthless how could you how could you why did you do this I'm dirty and nasty I still feel your skin you're rubbing and touching what's mine and sacred I shower and shower and scrub 'till I'm raw I was young Just so young wasn't wearing a bra you knew this and hurt me like, how could y'all? this right here is rape at its finest however parents please learn the signs...
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