One Day , by D
She met a boy.
A boy who told her she was beautiful.
No one had ever called her beautiful before;
This had to be “the one”.
She caught herself thinking about this boy all day and all
She couldn’t quite figure him out.
But, then again, no one could really figure her out either.
She found herself in bed with this boy;
She wasn’t expecting anything more than a sleepover and
maybe a kiss.
But then he touched her.
This boy touched her;
She knew it felt wrong but she ignored her conscious like
she always does.
This boy used her but she didn’t even know that she was
Until she realized it.
This boy raped her but she didn’t even know it.
She thought it was love because at the time she believed
love actually existed.
She didn’t feel the pain until she saw his true colors,
Until he laughed at her fear like it was some sad joke,
Until he ignored the word “no” as if her voice was
Until she told him to leave her alone but,
He hit her.
He hit her and she still came running back.
Day after day she went back to this man because all she ever
wanted was for someone to love her
And he did.
At least she thought he did.
That was not love.
She swore that she would never tell a soul;
She was tired of playing the victim.
She decided that it was her fault
So she took the anger out on herself.
She learned how to hide the scars on her arms so well that
those around her never doubted she was happy.
She isn’t happy.
All she’s ever wanted was for someone to look at her and
notice how unhappy she really is.
She’s too used to being invisible and she will always be
|Posted: 2016-03-30 02:43:08 UTC
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