It started with a beer, Then two and three more, I didn’t notice when you started to leer, Never registered that it was anything more than family love.
After three I couldn’t talk, “I will help you to bed” was what you said “Hell, I could barely walk”….What I didn’t hear was that it would be your bed.
I begged, cried, pleaded, and swore not to tell. You were rough, kept a hand over my mouth. You hurt me so much, it felt like hell, The pain didn’t go away not even after a month.
Since then, time has passed But I can still feel your cold lips and the rough touch of your hands, And my whole life you have ripped.
You took my childhood away. My innocence, my sense of security, and Right now I have no one to blame. I choose to hope and keep my sense of responsibility….
Sourced By; Stephanie Uche Ezeonye