My Untold Story
Screams…
They’re all I hear
Are they my own?
I don’t know
Looking around and I see nothing
Its pitch black in this room
There has to be something i can do
But my body aches and trembles
My wrist are tied up
I can’t move not one bit
Not at all
The screams continue
I can sense the fear
Then I realize its me
My fear
My pain
My screams
It was all me
Silence…
Thats all I hear
White walls surround me
The blood on my dress
Stands out more than you can imagine
I can sense my own fear once again
Its loud and clear
Im being told what happened to me wasn’t my fault
“It happens to girls like you, just move on”
Moving on…
My fear
My pain
My screams
Its all still me
It will always be apart of me
Although I won’t let it define
I will stand up for what is right
This shouldn’t happen to girls like me
This shouldn’t happen to anyone, don’t you agree?
I am a victim of assault but a fighter for us all.
I won’t just move on, I will keep fighting till justice is done.
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