A child so innocent in mind and thought,
a child who never fought.
Fallen prey
to their silent blade,
an abusive charade.

They say it's your body, it's your choice.
Well this was my body but I had no voice.
My screams were silent, only I could hear.
I was withering, withering in fear.

Acting so loving, so kind,
as they played a game deep within the mind.
They said they cared
as they instilled a scare.

They knew they had the upper hand
over a child, too afraid to tell.
An alibi, they had already planned.
Every night was hell.

Many walked past my echoes,
they never saw behind the scenes.
They never heard my quiet screams.
Treated like property
but I was human and it hurt.

Innocence stolen away,
it was gone in a day .
No one saw the helpless child left with only a soul,
nothing in her control.

Faceless, without a name,
now I hide from others to bury the pain.
In this stillness the truth emerges
as the illusions fade.
All abhorrence merges
as memories start repeating in retrograde.

Body to the floor making a thud,
broken glass and blood.
The mirror shows the truth
of scars from my youth.

Tormented, battered, emotionally bruised,
to this day I continue to be used.
The world turns its cheek,
no one cares what's already been taken.

The effects to this day,
the nights I cry
as friendships stray away.
Distrust blackens the blue sky.

Another broken place,
it seems as though my life's been nothing but a twisted dream.
The love I give only seems to fill empty space.
Their tortures of my heart, just to hear it scream.