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Romaisa Jan

Horror Tragedy

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Romaisa Jan

Horror Tragedy

Suppressed girl

Suppressed girl

2 mins
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Why can't I raise my voice,

When I have words,

Why can't I cry,

When I have tears,

Why can't I tell you everything,

Which I have encountered!

How can I turn dumb for my right!

Just because I keep a Hymen that was ripped off!

Will you listen?

Sure?

Promise, you won't cry?

I walked that road daily, 

whether scorching or haily!

I never gave up even if it tore my favourite shoes off very early!

Who knew who's eyes watches?

Who knew what he catches!

I was not more than eight, 

That's what made me him, hate!

I won't curse me,

Why should I?

He once told me to come to his clinic!

Who will suspect a doctor?

Who will a man with two children of my age!

Who will let me know what he wanted?

Who could tell me not to take the road, when home!

I took his words directive!

I came, with no thought what can happen!

He sat on his knees to reach my height,

I wasn't short, I was too young!

He started to press my bum!

Oh look I was still dumb!

I was so neive no? I couldn't make any guess!

He took me to his side room, dark, no light,

Just a single hole in the roof was my only sight!

I sigh so high!

Stupid, I can't cry!

My eyes couldn't see anything but my body could feel, everything!

Neither pleasure nor the pain, I was too young to feel both!

They say, shut up!

He couldn't, you lie!

Hah, should I shed tears and cry!

So that you may believe,

He gave me wounds, I can't heal!

They say, it's not a big deal!

Who will know my pain that I have now!

When I stand as a grown up girl!



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