'rape' 'family'
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I am sitting down in this half lit room, hearing footsteps across the hall as my grandma walks by the bathroom, towards the kitchen, towards me, as I sit here in silence trying to quiet myself from saying over and over again, "I'm going
I went outside afterwards.
Prepared with my Red razor blade
scooter in my hands, the bars were falling apart.
I held on for dear life
Tears rolling down her face feeling hopeless.
Living a lie she hopes no one would notice.
His hand wrapped around her throat while she begged him, “please don’t do this.!”
But he kept going leaving her lifeless.
At the age of seven innocence lost
Losing trust for the man you once called dad
Normal life gone at much too high a cost
Everything that's around you--darkened-- sad
