myangelx3 forlife

She Whispers To Me

At night she whispers to me, 'just relax, you won't feel a thing. Just close your eyes and picture something anything you love, something that makes you happy.' As I'm imagining my happy place I hear two sets of foot steps, one walking out of the room, and one entering. They were far from the same, one was a deep shallow sound, and the other was similar to a tip-toe, just like a seven year old stealing a cookie from the cookie jar.. still in my happy place, I feel hands run slowly down my side, with a few seconds passing I hear the deep voice of the man I once knew as the one who took my innocence. Instantly my happy place shattered, and I was back at the first day that he had raped me. His hands running slowly down my back grabbing me, pulling me closer to him. As I try to pull away he gets more agressive, grabbing me by my arm and throwing me on the bed - getting ontop of me, and starting to shred my clothes off. In a sence it felt as if I was being attacked by a lion, a fierce animal that wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted. In this case it wasn't food, nor for the protection of their younge, it was to take the innocence that was within me... something that I could never gain back from anything no matter how hard I tried.

There isn't anything that I can do to take the pain of the past away, though there isn't anything that I wish to change for the simple fact being that I don't wish to change it! I don't love, but I have accepted everything that has happened within my life, and I have not only accepted the fact that it happenes for a reason, but also that it has made me who I am today.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 7, 2012

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This is pure writting - nothing about my life! I am just a writter that enjoys writting morbid pieces. Please don't read to much into my work, it is just out of pure imagination.

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