AUTHORESS: Amaya~Ikari

TITLE: It Happened

DATE WRITTEN: 9/10/11

Hate and love are torn apart.

Thrown away by your merciless heart.

As you stole my innocence,

My screams of pain became immense.

I begged and pleaded,

Sobbed and fought.

But I had known that I'd been caught.

Shred my clothes with a simple knife

As you smiled while destroying my life.

The little girl I that I had been was defined with a seal.

But you tore straight through it, teaching me what was real.

And with each thrust,

Broken was all trust.

And as I had listened to your lies,

Here I lay with you relishing in my cries.

Love and peace, truth and fun, are now an illusion.

And my eyes are hazy with delusion.

I scream at the pain,

And blood trickled down like Hell's rain.

I felt swallowed by all my fears,

As you licked away my tears.

You had reached inside my soul,

And within me tore a great hole.

My bones feel so breakable, my mind so numb.

And they all say, how could I have been so dumb?

You left, along with part of me,

Taken as your trophy.

No one punished you!

Maybe God knew.

But he had allowed it to happen,

So I doubt he'd even care,

Life is so unfair.

As you left me laying there,

Dripping with abuse,

You laughed cruelly.

Did you really find it so funny, find this such a game?

I guess a true demon, can never be tame.

What? I did? I guess I deserved it…

Humiliation, it burned like a flame.

Guilt, I was filled with shame.

Sorrow, the bleeding depression.

Confusion, but to no one can I give a confession.

Despite me trying hard to ignore the fact,

You left me with nothing intact.

I knew what you had done was rape.

So here I will wallow within the Devils cape.

As I lay in blood and filth and sweat,

You kept me silenced with a simple threat.

Oh here she goes I hear them say, as I walk by.

"Slut!"

But…

"Whore!"

That stung me to my core…

"Wants attention!"

No, that isn't my intention…

"Oh! The bitch! Give the poor dog a bone!"

Please, can't you just leave me alone…

As I sit in my self-hate,

I wonder if this was fate.

They taunt and tease,

And toy with me as they please.

The wounds are supposed to heal with time.

But forever with me will stay this crime.

As I adorn the scars for all to see,

Do I have a right to ask?

Why had it been me?