Life has been hectic
but I learned a lesson

I have been pulled, hurt and torn apart
But I guess I have a story to tell
in future a book to write and let others read
and learn from my past

There for I say pain is for pathetic

I have been raped,
hurt, people called me
names, yet I still live

Depression is my name
friend and a shoulder to
cry on and yet again I’m still me

The past has many faces
as my mind races
I have fought hard
to hold it in yet failed

Bruises, pain and sadness
is were I have to hide
but in the end I can no longer hide

Rape was my reflection
I lay there helpless
My thoughts simply meant
nothing to him
Yet I pulled myself together
because use pain is for pathetic.