How can you grow up?
With any kind of self-worth
Or faith in humans
When the one who abused you is out there roaming free without shame
As a child
Your mind splits in two
People only see one side of you
Al that rage built up inside and it’s still out of control
Hoping to forget but I never will
Why can’t we live?
Without any
FEAR, we grow up being blamed for our abusers actions
Because somehow it is our fault that we are sexually desirable
AS children to these sick fucks
How could someone deflower a rose?
Before it has bloomed?
How could you?
Ill survive in my garden of hate.