The Torn Soul

Without a doubt, I am not living,

Dwarfed with weight of shame this world's giving,

I am just a story to everyone who know me,

A gossip, a victim is all they see in me,

No one cares through what I am going,

They know everything but act aren't knowing,

I was snatched in the dark and raped on the road,

Was tossed in the grass after emptying their load,

Lying naked for hours with no sense of pain,

Was numb all the time no feeling of strain,

I was maybe alive, but my soul was torn,

On my very own dead body, I only moaned,

Not a tear found a way through my eyes,

Deafening screaming inside but no one could hear my cries,

With people taking selfies with my bruised naked body I was found,

I was lying helpless listening to all the murmuring sounds,

I was raped much more brutally than the night before,

With inhuman people enjoying all the blood and the gore,

Not a single hand to help me cover my shame,

No one was interested in knowing my name,

This is what a victim of rape goes through,

What agony and pain and shame I only knew,

It's not about my bruised body which suffered the whole,

That night was the night when they tore my soul.