THE UNSAID STORY OF A RAPE VICTIM

​These lustful ghosts turned me into a corpse,

They ate my soul as they punched me from the inside

They dug my heart as they filled the holes,

With every punch my soul bled and cried.

With tears, dark blooded,

Which were suppressed by their rapture.

When I tried to move out from their lust, they scudded.

At last I released myself and let them capture.
They gave me a new life by making me dead,

There is now a soul inside me, so I should be happy or sad?

That soul was too heavy.

So I turned it into one like me

So now it is a corpse too and dead literally.
I never wake up as I never sleep.

I never eat as I never get hungry.

I never love, now I don’t have a heart for it.

All what is left is fear….

Of the ghosts.

All what is left is fear…

Of becoming a better corpse

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36 thoughts on “THE UNSAID STORY OF A RAPE VICTIM

      1. It’s all around us. We don’t experience something it doesn’t mean we can’t feel them. 🙂 Like we are said to learn from mistakes and experience s of others because life is too short to doing everything.
        And anyway a writer is someone who convey feelings of others. 🙂 (Bad or good)

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