The Rape Victim

Broken down with the feelings that,

I am a survivor of a horrible event,

For which I was too young to bear,

And too immature to understand.

Shattered by the haunts of the past,

Torn by the gruesome act of the ghoul,

Frightened by the faces behind the veil,

I am struggling bad to dwell at present.

Ask me how it burns inside my heart,

When nobody can feel my grief,

I have to hide hard my emotions,

To protect the dignity of my family.

The night seems to be lonely at times,

I cry alone in the realm of darkness,

Unable to believe this bitter truth,

That yes I am a rape victim too!

Is there anyone out there,

Who can feel my grieves?

Is there anyone present there,

Who can love me for what I am?

Is there anyone who will,

Accept my scars and bruises?

I am tired up inside by carrying a guilt

That was never ever a bit of my fault!