No,

Please stop,

I really don't want to do this,

It seemed like forever,

It was painful.

 

Summer is supposed to be fun,

You don't cry in the summer,

You don't stay inside all day,

I didn't even get to see my friends,

It was painful.

 

Everyone who ever saw me would say I always was smiling,

I walked with my head up high,

But now I would walk frowning,

Walking with my head facing the ground,

It was painful.

 

I've always wanted to be a psychologist,

Mental health is very important,

I knew the importance of talking to someone about what happened,

But I couldn't because,

It was painful.

 

There's an embarrassment that comes with it,

People will think I was too weak to fight you off,

Or that I'm lying because I want attention,

However they don't know that, 

It was painful.

 

Then there was the night I'll never forget,

You wanted to kill me,

All because I told what happened,

I was so scared,

It was painful.

 

I did want to die,

I use to pray for death,

I'm glad that prayer wasn't answered,

Took cope I began writing about how,

It was painful.

 

I shared my story,

Many women stood with me,

Even men,

The love I received was so strong that,

It was painful.

 

There are some hard days,

Sometimes I have flashbacks,

Instead of crying I talk about it,

Talking about it keep sit in my past so I don't describe the present saying,

It was painful.

 

I have hope again,

I know I'm going to be a psychologist,

I'm at the school of my dreams studying psychology,

I no longer describe my life as saying,

It was painful.