How could i live with a pain from the past?
The pain that almost kills me day and night
Its deep in my heart and it wont go away
It stirs up my emotions and puts me in bed
I am trying to put on a mask and pretend its not there
But its so hard to hide my anger and tears
I suffer alone and nobody is really there
But i wish they were here
Sharing my abuse, they wish they did not hear
Or asking me, is this real or a delusion?
How do i cope, day after day?
When the frustration and pain gets in the way
standing on the end of the cliff
Why bother, why carry on?
Knowing these thoughts are just not right
My abuser knows i would not win
No hatred for my innocence stolen
No cure for the depression in me
Sexually abused the second time
At age 19, no one really knew the pain
If they were ever caught,
A slap on their wrist
Is all they would get
Leaving me crippled inside my head
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
no one is ready to hear cause they know its not real, are you not ashamed of yourself.... you even have scars in your arms... who would love you.... if you behave like this... your not innocent, your a culprit for the crimes you did with these mens