But as the tears still fall,
i place my finger to my wrist...

NOT TRUE
mommy, I miss you...

Bloody bruises are created upon young skin...
a fragile little girl slices into her flesh for...

The memories of what he did,
Confine me in this prison...

More of rambling than a poem
I'm sorry...

Dear Ana you give me back,
What he once stole...

The struggle between who you are and what you...

It goes far beyond just being afraid of going to...
It's knowing that the one you love more than...

Her words are slicing through my brain,
Make them stop...

You lock the door and put the cloths to your...
So they won't hear your muffled cries...

For so long I hated myself, a hatred so deep, for...
For so long I hid behind shame, A shame so...

This one's for the rapists,
the molesters and abusers...