Its What Happened...

I’ve been so scared to write something like this,
Base it on a problem, base it on a wrist…
The feeling I get when I think of it now,
I kind of feel sick, I still feel mad…

Mad at the fact you make me feel wrong,
When all I did was tell them my problem,
I can’t understand why you did it…
Why you did this to me…

I still feel it my fault even though people say its not,
They say I was a child, you were an adult…
I try to laugh everyday, not feel so empty inside,
But all my head does is fell me I’m wrong…

I look in the mirror a lot and all that I see,
Is an ugly girl staring back at me,
I’ve been told I’m pretty, I don’t know what it means,
All I want to do I sit and cry let it all out,
But it never happens…

A lot of the time I just sit in my room,
Looking at a wall, feeling the pain,
I don’t want to suffer, I wish I could talk,
I wish I could express myself, not feel so dead..

But I’ve really gone numb and I don’t know why,
I’ve really lost sight of all my life,
Am I getting punished for speaking out?
Am I getting in trouble for feeling ill of myself?

This really annoys me, I don’t know what to write,
I can’t show my feelings anymore…
I wish I could fight, but I’ve gone so weak,
I’m losing it all, please help god, I don’t know what to do?

I’m sitting here crying now,
Just begging for an answer.
Please just answer me, tell me I’m right,
For saying I got touched, I got abused,
Was I wrong to say a word, I’m so confused…

*I wrote this, because its something I’ve experienced, I’ve been so scared to write anything… Please don’t judge, I was young when it happened….*