Some Poetry

Confessions of a Victim

I have so many memories of my Father

None of them good

I remember him fucking me

And I remember liking it

Most of all

I remember my shame

My tears

My pain

The blood

Slithering down my ankles

What happened to the sweet little girl who used to live in my bedroom?

She would draw pretty pictures

And stare at the moon

Now all we do is scream

I will not cry

I will not cry

I

WILL

NOT

CRY

I hear heavy feet dragging across the floor

Leading to my bedroom door

No

D A D D Y

P L E A S E N O

don't

I feel tears of blood drip down my face

DADDY

PLEASE TA K E Y O U R D I C K O U T O F M E

I remember screaming

And laying naked on the bathroom floor

With a needle and thread that I boiled in bleach

He won't hurt me anymore

There's no way he can

I'm closed

Next, I remember taking a knife

And chopping off the thing he used to torture me

And shoving it down his throat

And I remember laughing like a madman

And taking a length of rope

And going to the tree in our front yard

I made a n o o s e

A n d I h u n g m y s e l f

Death is so much better

Than that hell

That I was living

When they examined my corpse

They found the little "operation" that I had performed on myself

They were horrified

They also found a foetus

That had been dead inside of me for a year

They took it out

They took out the stitches

And found out about what he had been d o i n g t o m e

And they put him in prison

Where he experienced the pain he had given me

But only once

And then

H e w a s k i l l e d

And for the first time in my miserable life

I smiled

Finally

A v e n g e d

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Okay

Author's note:

I got a lot of inspiration from my idol and favourite person on the planet's song, Jonestown Tea by Otep

Listen to it

I cried

Thanks for reading

Bye<3