• I hear your steps,
    "He's coming again"
    that's all I can say.
    I feel a tear, run down my cheek,
    his steps get closer, that's all I hear.

    He's now so close,
    I feel his breath,
    a muffled gasp,
    dies in my heart.

    He opens the door,
    I'm not at sight,
    but yet he seems,
    to look at my eyes.

    I get so nervous,
    what can I do?
    There's not an exit,
    for what just begun.

    I know he's looking,
    I try to hide,
    my hands are trembling,
    damnit! don't cry.

    I just can't stand it,
    and I get out,
    the closet door,
    closed on my back.

    "I wouldn't know it"
    He tried to act,
    I couldn't see him,
    I closed my eyes.

    Two minutes later,
    he closed the door,
    kissed me on my lips,
    and ragged my clothes.

    I tried to hit him,
    I was too weak,
    my fragile body,
    broken again.

    He got his shirt off,
    threw me in the bed,
    I heard me screaming,
    please not again.

    As hours passed,
    please make it stop,
    how could my uncle,
    be hurting me so?

    As I kept crying,
    he just got up,
    put his clothes back,
    and thanked me so much.

    I felt my body,
    crying in pain,
    he wouldn't notice,
    he didn't care.

    Look at me now,
    I'm so afraid,
    or is that really,
    what I deserve?

    I heard his steps,
    he walked away,
    leaving me alone,
    in my nude self.

    I heard my crying,
    I felt my blood,
    running through,
    my stolen youth.

    I stood from my bed,
    I was a mess,
    thinking how much,
    I hate myself.

    He made me feel filthy,
    he made me taste tears,
    I think that he turned me,
    into a disease.

    Now I cannot love,
    now I cannot trust,
    I walk in the shadows,
    Staring at the windows.

    When I see his face,
    I feel so much rage,
    it makes me know only,
    I'll never be the same.