Molested
How can you touch on a little kid? how can i forgive.
It is sad cause it can ruin his or her future and how they live.
It made my mind 2 think sex is a natural thing.
When I was 2 young to even be thinking like it stick to you like a bee sting.
If i told i was going to get dealt with so i never told.
The threat of you killing me made me not tell a soul.
Now I am grown but addicted to sex with a heart that has a hole.
4ever i am damaged how can i manage.
This is not something you can fix with a bandage.
I feel like a flower without it's petals.
Like everyone is 4 peace and i am the only rebel.
At night I was suppose to rest.
More then once this happened 2 me so 2 sleep i was scared to death.
Maybe the only good thing about it is every girl says I am their best.
Cause i am experienced but it still doesn't pump so well in my chest.
This burden of the way I am feeling is hard to digest.
The love for myself is less.
Real love from others toward me is requested.
This is how i felt after being molested
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