Born of a mother, a child still in bloom,
Who birthed me to fill her own silent room.
The warmth, the embrace that once held us tight,
Faded so swiftly, like stars in the night.
Before I could speak, or walk without fall,
I was bruised by a man who didn't love me at all.
He said I wasn't his; I could see in his eyes,
The hurt in his words, the pain in his lies.
He'd leave me standing, sagging with age,
In a world made of fear, and unholy rage.
Diapers soaked, hands small and wide,
Scrubbed raw with steel as I trembled inside.
A child's mistake, with markers in hand,
Paid in blood, with layers of skin to withstand.
Before | was five, life was already grim,
Adopted by one, whose soul was dim.
He brought smoke and darkness into our space,
And turned our World to a sinister place.
Inhale, he commanded, a child forced to obey,
While my sister was at school I was away
Being Passed around like a whisper, fragile and thin,
By the hands of men who knew only knew how to sin.
Kidnapped by a father who hated me still,
But I would have stayed, taken the bitter pill.
For in his abuse, I found a twisted grace,
Hoping my sister wouldn't take my place.
By eight, the wish for life began to fade,
In the halls of school, my only escape was made.
Yet with each passing year, the silence grew loud,
No hands to hold, no love to be proud.
At twelve, I sought refuge where shadows dwell,
In the depths of the internet's haunting spell.
A predator found me, like a moth to flame,
By thirteen, I carried the weight of the shame.
Pregnant and lost, I forced it away,
So he wouldn't face bars for the games we would play.
I blamed myself, for the lies I had told,
A child lost in a world too cold.
At fifteen, the trauma took hold of my mind,
Repressed, forgotten, and feeling left behind.
I wandered through life, trying to replace,
The things I was forced into, that empty space.
In search of love, I found only pain,
In the arms of abusers, again and again.
Now I stand at thirty, but yesterday still calls,
A girl trapped in time, as the memory falls.
Half my life stolen, lost in the past,
But the echo of pain-forever will last.
Yet through all the darkness, I stand here today,
A survivor of battles no child should replay.
For though the world tried to break me in two,
I rise from the ashes, stronger, renewed.
