TRIGGER WARNING: Discusses sexual assault. Please read at your own risk
She died, Died ages ago. When he took her innocence, In a dark, cold room All alone. She died, When he slapped her face. When she cried in pain. When she whispered for help. She died, When no one answered her cry, When they turned their backs on her, When she lost all hope. She died on the inside, Slowly and painfully. Because no one cared enough To see she was living in her own personal Hell.
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Hey, friends. I don't normally write about such heavy topics. I actually wrote this two years ago for a class project, but that's beside the point. April is Sexual Assault Awareness month, and I felt this poem would help bring awareness to this issue. Many people say it's not real and that it's not actually happening. It is. Please, spread awareness and remember that you are not alone. If it has happened to you, open up to someone, even if it's just a cat or dog. It will make your life a whole lot easier. 🙃
