My Soul Cries


This was written with all victims of abuse in mind, in the hopes of bringing awareness to the life-long trauma that follows. You are not alone. 


My soul cries
in angst, my soul cries.

From dusk ’til dawn,
I weep and I mourn
the loss of innocence  and virtue
stolen and plundered by a heartless few.

My soul cries
in angst, my soul cries.

How was I
not good enough?
I was a mere child of five
when I first sat and watched
my innocence die.

Ever since, I cry.
The world showed its ugly face
forcing me to take a taste;
a spoonful of hate, envy and fear
of which I could only despair.


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