Laying Here ' Not Based On A True Story' Poem by Brandy Smith

Im laying here thinking of the hell I've just been through
my family's eating breakfast and they don't have a clue
they can't know what happend because I would be to blame
telling someone would give my family shame
Im laying here feeling so out of place, I don't think I can handle seeing my moms face
im trying to remember but I keep seeing his body and never his face
the drugs I had taken must of been laced
I see bruises on my legs, they go so far up but I can't look away
there are spots of blood on my sheets, when washing them I will have to be discreet
My mom walks in and the horror on her face, I know that I am to blame
she comes to me and askes what happend
she says no matter what don't be ashamed, I'll love you no matter, You are not to blame
As I cry and she listens, I feel my heart sink, and she tells me that I am not alone because it happend to her when she was young
she tells me how she thought noone would understand, but she turned to her mother, and she began to understand
The person you least expect to understand, is the most valuable person when you feel your at the end