Nobody knows the silent screams in my soul.
The screams that no apology nor sympathy can console.
The hole left inside of me still bleeds and oozes.
The scars on the outside are gone, but on the inside I'm still wounded.
I can still feel the pressure of his hands pressing into my skin.
I can still feel his eyes piercing into the depths of my soul as he heavily breathes over me.
The rage inside growing so strong with each second that passes I can't hold on.
I want to fight back but my strength has disappeared.
so I lay helpless in a puddle of red fear as I hear the echoes of my silent screams that no one will hear.
the terrible screams at night that keep me awake. the horrible shrieks as I envision his face. The fear clinching my stomach as I remember that night. The disappointment in my heart knowing I refused to fight. It all comes back clearly, so clearly to me. As I lay in a puddle of my shattered hopes and dreams knowing that no one will hear my silent screams.
