Good Boy

He raped me mother, he raped me

He fucked me over and over again

He did this to his own son, mother

Every now and then,

Days went by, one after the other

It hurt, every second, it hurt so much

It was disgusting mother, it felt dirty

He used his own son, to quench his thirst

Without an inch of remorse or mercy

He made me taste it all, mother

From his saliva to his piss

My body was his private playground

Not a single day of amusement could he miss

I was only flesh and bones, mother

Existing there, like a lifeless toy

Some kind of voyeuristic pleasure maybe

Or as he liked to call me, his “good boy”

I was a part of you, mother, wasn’t I?

Wasn’t I the apple of your eye?

Still you just kept watching in silence

Could you please, for once, tell me why?

You chose not to believe me

Nor to look into my terrified eyes

I kept begging and screaming, mother

But your deaf soul didn’t hear a single cry

I still have the scars, mother

To this day, I have those burns

Don’t worry, I am not complaining

After all, father just wanted to have some fun

Felt like thanking you bastards

For once and for all

For ruining my life, and making my soul puke

I guess, I am finally done

Left it on your grave today, mother

Hope it reaches you, Regards, your only “Son”