MY STORY_(9)
Introduction:
What is left after rape
You pity me,
Because you think you know,
The pain I’ve felt,
How could you know the pain,
You weren’t there that night,
You didn’t have to hear the words he said,
You didn’t have to feel his touch,
His cold, cold touch.
You don’t feel the pain,
When you hear them laugh,
You think you know the pain,
You only wish you could feel my pain,
You wish it had been you, not me,
That was there that night,
That had to hear his words.
I hope that you never do,
You would never be able to stand tall,
And hold your head high,
So no one would know the pain you feel,
So no one would ever know your story…
…. the story I hide inside…
