I never had the chanceTo ever voice out my painHence I had to danceWith it in the rain.For so many years I lived life knowing thatMy pride had been taken away from me forcefullyAnd in knowing this I lived my lifeConstantly blaming myself When it was not really my cross to carry.I lived my life knowing thatI was just another one Of his previous conquestsI lived my life knowing thatMy silence made meHis easiest toolFor sexual gratificationI never put up a fightNot again not anymoreWhat was the point.And each day I live lifeLooking on and admitting defeatWhilst still living in denialWhilst still wallowing in the questionsOf what ifs and butsWhat if I put up a little bit more of resistanceWhat if I never got myself into this situationWhat if I dressed more properlyWhat if I never sent him perceived signalsWhat if I were more responsibleWhat if and buts.I have lived this life One of denialAnd I am done living that lifeFor so long I had wallowed in this pitLiving in this quagmire called guilt For what I was powerless to stop.The time for healing has begunIt is no easy road But I know thisI would come out a victorAt the very endI would find that one reason or reasonsTo be happyAnd lead the life of positivityI would find that reasonTo seek a fresh startAnd blot out the negativityOn the part of my story I cannot changeNow that is historyI cannot changeBut I can write how my story endsFor I am my own author...Written by: Pen_Heir