The Truth Of What Is Really There

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Rape.
No one wants to talk about it.
No one wants to acknowledge it.
No one wants it to happen to them.
It does though.
It happens all of the time.
To men.
To women.
To a child.
To a brother or sister.
To a stranger.
To anyone.
There is no one type of person, gender, race, religion.
Nothing to determine who it's going to be.
We tell young girls to cover up their skin.
To live in fear.
We tell boys it won't happen to them because of their gender.
Although that means nothing.
We ignore rape victims because "it was what they were wearing" or "you were drunk, that's consent in itself".
It's all just a fucking joke at this point.
No one cares.
No one sees.
No one hears the cries.
No one does a goddamn thing to actually help.

People do what they can to cope with it.
Drink.
Smoke.
Drugs.
Sex.
Deny it and hope it goes away.
It never does.
It stays with you for life.
But you learn to live with it.
That's one thing that is for certain.
When everything looks dim and at its worst, it may not get easier but you learn to live with it.
Unless you don't live at all.
People do that you know.
They commit suicide because someone else thought it would be fun to completely Fuck this person up.
So well done asshole. You broke a person.
But if you're strong enough to keep going.
To take one step at a time and still keep your life going, then I commend you because that is the hardest thing you'll ever have to do.

It's not fun to be broken.
Not from rape.
Not from bullying.
Not from loneliness.
Not from anything.
If everyone were safe and happy then half of the shit happening in the world right now wouldn't be.
I know saying it doesn't change anything or make everything better, but maybe one day we'll all be on the same page and actually get along with one another.