Broken

Bloods surfaced to the top of every vain,
Like the silhouette of a distant flame.
Tears raced down my blistered eyes,
How could I have believed his bitter, twisted lies?
Paralyzed by my internal fears,
I've kept quiet for all of these years.
It tears me up inside,
Knowing I've got a busted heart and nowhere to hide.
He took something so sweet,
How could he make it seem so indiscreet?
His actions, I believed were my own fault,
Shit doesn't just happen- rape or, politically speaking, sexual assault.
Those dark memories still haunt my brain;
Causing the secrecy to literally drive me insane.
Every night I lie awake,
Wondering how much more I can take.
Maybe I should just end it all,
Am I really strong if I pretend to stand y'all?
But we all know I will FOREVER be broken,
And my fruit FOREVER his token.

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