and somehow through my screaming
i can still hear you say this is my fault
my fault cause i took it
too scared to stand up
too scared to even breathe
MY FAULT?
how can you expect
such a young naiive(sp)
child to look past the muscle
and strength of her abuser
and beg for help
i couldnt even move farther than
gripping the sheets underneath me
praying for it to end
but its my fault
and i cant help but blame myself as well
i let it happen