[Breathe~me]

Him- not his personality, appearance or smile -but something more distressing,
Not a story nor a tale but a fact that nobody seems to comprehend, they just see it as a label -transgressing,
Apparently that’s my fault,
An indecent act, rape, sexual assault,
Put a label on it- like everybody you've ever heard,
Once melancholy kills me will my death be labelled as simply suicide- a word that sums up millions of deaths worldwide, millions of different situations given the same label- how absurd,
I remember- arms forcing me, restraining me, overpowering me
I remember hands- choking me as I felt my airway being constricted- I feel nothing near to be free,
I don’t deserve to be breathing, I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to live- I’m less than nothing- no more than worthless but close to lifeless,
Silence,
I’m dead,
Or At least I wish- my unheard words, the things they had or hadn't said,
My grades declining,
I’m a failure- my goals- I see no point in redefining,
I see no purpose to life at all anymore,
I feel like I've lost my innocence or at least what was left of it, that I can never get back and had no control over- now I’m just your typical used up worthless whore,
Sweet deep punctures in my thighs,
Not even they can bleed tears that stop the despondent cries,
Here’s where my sweet story ends,
As my hope fades- the once present smile on my face no longer pretends.