Shh

Wed, 04/20/2022 - 11:50 -- A_pple

He must be deaf,

The whole world must be deaf.

As my screams are muted,

Even I can’t hear them.

Should I just give up?

Let him use me then hide.

But I don’t want to be used;

What did I do?

I was laughing and having fun, 

Then so quickly

I wasn’t.

I hate him.

I hate him, for touching me,

For making me grow up,

For making me feel this way,

I hate him for using me,

For making it impossible to look at my parents.

But I hate me more,

And I want him to feel this too,

To feel robbed, and violated.

Shh, he whispered

The sounds coming out of his nauseating mouth.

An intent to shut me up.

Shh, he said to my ear,

Sending shivers of disgust and calamity to my spine.

Shh, don’t make me shut up.

Shh, let me scream and cry.

Shh, it is me you're … you’re

Killing.

Killing from the inside.

As I feel his skin on my back, sweaty.

Shh, the sound numbs me as I realize he won’t stop

Shh, get off

Shh, I wanna die

Shh, Why do I deserve this?

Shh. Why me? Get off

My throat is dry,

Shh, I need to scream

Shh, I can’t really be alone

Shh, please anyone

Shh, this is wrong, this is wrong

Shh, three words, 

three words were enough to shut me off

Shh, I’m too tired

It’s over

Shh, it's over

(Is it really?)

He raped me

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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