I need someone to hear my soul cry. I need them to hear the deep pain that he forced upon me. My stepdad raped me. Nobody wants to hear that. They don't want to hear that he was drunk and it was late. They don't want to hear about the the hands all over my body, the fingering, the wetness of his saliva streaked across my chest to my stomach to even lower down. They don't want to hear about penetration or pounding. My back. His hands. They don't want to hear it. It breaks their world like it crushed mine into the dust of a lonely hell. Who will listen.
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