At least, We’re Not The Same..

I remember when you left me unconscious on the laundry room floor.
Blacked out, Pants off, In Pain I wasn’t really sure..
How did i just become a victim of rape.
Everything we talked about, everything we did, really didn’t matter to you.
Everything you said to me, wasn’t true.
I was already a ghost.. invincible. Nobody could see me.
But you turned me into a monster. And now everybody could hear me.
Thank you for that, btw.. because I now know although I’m a monster, at least, we’re not the same.
How can you go on with your life & ruin other lives, and not feel any pain?
The more I see you in my dreams. Smell the scent of u on any man, I just wanna runaway. But i dont, Because of you, I am not the same. And because of you, i am not ashamed.  You want to win this battle, I’m fighting with you, but you won’t . You might have took my pride, my dignity & stolen something I could never get back. But again, thank you for that btw, I gained a new attitude, new identity, grew into a beautiful woman.. you’re might not be into, because you’re so into 14 yr olds, sick but hey, I want you to know that .. that is not ok. It’s not normal.. I remember 15 yr old me, used to be non verbal.. everything I said, was muted.. you thought it was ok to invade my privacy didn’t you? Did somebody invade yours? Did somebody hurt you, the way you hurt me? Because i need to understand, why you would do this to me. Again, thank you for that, btw i am stronger, wiser, smarter, and i again and again, yet again! I have gained, so much power, I know you feel it through your veins. And i know you hurt and burn like hell, which i hope you go to hell.. when you hear my name.
You got off on me, a little girl, and i get off on watching you watch me grow stronger then before. You got off on me watching me beg for lord mercy, and i got off on hearing you slur your words, lord have mercy, as you begged for my forgiveness. Shame on you, if you ever thought i was gonna turn out worse. Damaged, lost and stuck in this pain, for you this have might’ve been a game, but for me its real life it might be crazy, might be insane. But, i won, i win, you lose, you’ve lost. Behind those closed doors, lets see whose the one that’s soft.
Because of me, I’m a woman, that has a voice, that has name. And a survivor of pain
Thank you for that btw,
Because, i know I’m not perfect, but at least we’re not the same.