'I cannot write of it explicitly,
But my words drip with hints of agony.
A betrayal of trust, a loss of control,
A forceful violation of the soul.
The weight of shame, the fear to speak,
The scars that linger, the wounds that leak.
A haunting memory, a never-ending ache,
A life forever changed by one brutal mistake.
This is not just a poem, it's a cry for help,
For those who suffer silently, whose pain is deeply felt.
May they find a voice, may justice prevail,
And may their healing begin, their wounded hearts prevail'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
With friends like that, who needs enemies?