March 30, 2011
I am not guilty.
I was healthy.
I was happy.
You hurt me.
You took my self-worth.
I was forced and willing.
I felt wrong.
I became worthless.
I became dirty.
I want to be mad.
I want to hate you for what you did.
You lied.
I died on the inside.
I don’t know why you would hurt me so.
I was a 6 year old child.
I became mild and mediocre.
Every time, I wished it was over.
I cannot recall ever placing you at fault.
