AM I TO BE BLAMED? It is time to hit the nail on the head The time to undress falsehood The truth I hold, took years to unfold Now I feel my audible ability Now I speak for I am done being weak A story I will tell awakening the pits of hell Tongue against my chest, you can imagine the rest I never choose to be stripped off Neither did I choose to be raped You played me like a toy Deliberately without care When I'm alone your evil memories replay in me And your cruel voice re-echoes " don't scream, don't scream" I screamed to be aided Unfortunately no one was there to rescue me You built confidence and continued roughly You gave a deaf ear to my screems Just to satisfy your wicked self Leaving me in tears of sorrow and regret But deep inside me, I'm broken into pieces Because you never respected my dignity I look up at myself, my heart pounds My finger tips and feet cold as ice Killing myself was the only option Les...
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