I know they’ll tell you things you never wanted them to.
I have a story for you today,
I have my story to tell you,
And darling if you listen closely,
Maybe you’ll find yourself too.
I was four when it first happened,
I didn’t know what to do.
He came at me in the middle of the
night,
When I least expected him to.
I was nervous, scared, alone with
just my fears.
He told me to stop, to stop with
those tears.
I believed him, I trusted him,
There was nothing else I could do.
I kept up with it, cooperated,
Maybe eventually I’d get through.
But he came again, once every night.
Going at it again, laughing at my
plight.
I screamed, I shouted, I begged for
him to stop.
Hoping they’d hear me this time,
hoping they’d make him stop.
But nothing ever helped, my pain just
grew.
I thought they’d find out, but they
never knew.
And I bled to sleep every single
night,
Gulping down my courage, wishing I
could fight.
I was devoid of my own safety, a
saviour of his manhood.
Shame took over me, I thought I’d
fight back but I never could.
I was a predator of hope, a prey of
my own destiny.
Nothing but a slave to that man’s
vain hegemony.
And when they asked me what was
wrong, what had I been going through,
I looked into their eyes, begging
them to understand, but they never knew.
He touched me in places, I never
wanted him to.
He told me I’d heal but these scars
don’t let me to.
Those bruises remind me of everything
that I’ve been through,
And this world tells me otherwise,
but I know the truth.
They tell me things that I never want
them to,
They tell me it’s my fault that I let
him through.
They blame me for everything that he
did to me,
And like you, I remain silent, hoping
they’d see.
How that man came at me in the middle
of the night,
How I became a petty demonstration of
his shallow might,
How he took away my innocence, my
childhood too,
How he took away my everything from
me, before I ever knew.
That man still comes to me in my
dreams, every night.
I’m scared of closing my eyes, of
slipping into the night,
Because I know if I do, I will never
get through,
The pain would be too much for me,
too much for you too.
So I stay awake, thinking of the days
when I didn’t know,
About the symphonies of this world
that only show,
How I’m nothing but a slave to that
man’s desires,
How I have to burn yet save myself
from these fires.
Darling, I know this world will tell
you things that you never want them to,
But save yourself darling, save
yourself before it gets too late to.
Darling don’t let them take yourself
away from you,
Save yourself from these burning
flames before you burn out too.
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To the victims and survivors of sexual abuse, you deserve much more than just survival. Never let them burn you out.
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To the victims and survivors of sexual abuse, you deserve much more than just survival. Never let them burn you out.
