Toy Shed Nightmare
© Ally
I still remember the dark dirty floor
of the toy shed in the backyard.
The pain as every piece of clothing I had on
was getting torn off in fast motions.
The hand covering my
mouth as I screamed for someone to help me.
The help never came.

As I screamed with the sweaty hand over my mouth
I thought that this was it,
I was going to die.
I was only six years old,
all my hopes and dreams were over,
nothing pursued.

The pain was something I'd never felt before,
it wasn't a cut nor a scrap.
This pain would never go away یا heal.
Then as if time stood still
I lay there thinking what my parents would think
when I told them what had happened.
I tried so hard to get myself to safety,
but I was weak every اقدام I made
felt like the world was crashing down on me.

When really it was a fourteen سال old boy crushing me
as he forced his way into my innocence.
Taking away every purity I had
and leaving me with pain and suffering.

At that moment I prayed that I would die.
For to live a life with this pain and wound that would never heal was
unbearable.
As I stopped screaming I thought I had died.
The pain was still there but I felt a light shine on me.
As I looked up I realized the torture was over he had fled
the toy shed and went back into his house.
I lay there naked in my own blood trying to figure out why this all
happened, and why it had happened to me.

To this دن there isn't a moment that goes سے طرف کی that I
don't think about that دن in the toy shed.
The pain and suffering still lurks in my head as I dream at night.
It isn't forgotten and never will be,
for that is how I learn and grow.
Sharing and preventing is something I strive for.

No one should feel that way.
No one should cause that pain.
For that pain lasts a life time.