I never dialed when the trauma piled .

I stop to question if I’d ever be believed so I didn’t give my heart the chance to grieve for the innocence I lost of scars I tossed .

The tape still covers cause I’m too weak to speak . As my voice trembled at the thought of memories it stumbled upon the ones I wished were gone .

Shame is something that you claimed a helpless disease as you succum to the blame as I try to avoid the fear thinking you were near .

The events I endured will never be cured ; each touch , a kiss , the opening of a zip , the dropping of a belt that changed the way I felt .

Just last week I was happy without a second thought and now I struggling to even silence the memories he brought the screams deafen my dreams .

Am I a clone in a void of experiences copied to the tea in hopes somone will hear the plea ?

Take a seat get comfortable can I offer you some tea , now tell me do you feel uncomfortable the door open you can leave yet your stuck to your chair due to a blank stare .

It is written in stone that I’m not alone , my vulnerability is shown so you know why I feel so cold so please don’t tell me to do as I’m told !