The game that started out fun
Turned drastically to fear.
The woods,
Best place to hide in the game,
But other intentions were in the air.
The dirty mud clawed under my nails,
The pain increased by seconds.
Pain thriving up my body,
Screams so loud,
I thought anyone would hear.
Anyone would,
should have heard my sorrow-filled cries,
But no one came.
He lingered,
Tearing off clothes,
faster than the light shining down.
Tears poured out of my eyes,
Begging,
Pleading for him to stop,
But the pain only grew,
Till his pursuit was finished with me.
The pain entering
Was like ripping knives,
Like getting cut by a blade; when it heals,
It still leaves a scar.
The pain torched on me was inhumane,
Made by a soulless creature,
But there I still lay. Wilting. Crying.
Still begging for the help
That never came.
Child Raped By Friend
This poem described exactly how I feel. The same exact thing happened to me. I was playing manhunt in the woods, paired with my best friend of eight years, and he sexually assaulted me. I was...
The Help That Never Came
Published by Family Friend Poems February 2014 with permission of the Author.
I have felt like rapist getting sent to jail for a few months or years was too lenient. When I read stories like this my stomach turns. Why do people do this? He should suffer for what he did. Thanks for sharing your story