I used to be so happy. A loving girl full of life. But it's hard to want to be here. To not end my life. You didn't try to protect me. You didn't even ask if I was okay. You didn't think it was important to ask why he did it. You just let it happen. Like all the times before. You ignored me when I was crying. You ignored me when I was asking for help. You just said get over it. Like all the times before. But how can someone keep doing this? Keep putting up with such pain? How can I just sit here and be told I'm the blame? I try convince myself to report it. That it will all stop if I do. But I know better. No one will protect me from you. I'll be told in just being silly. You've said it before. That I'm just over-dramatic. That it's not bad at all. But if it causes me harm. If it makes me cry. If it makes me scared. Isn't that enough to call? I want to be strong. I want to stand up for myself. But knowing the odds against me and what it does to everyone else. How can I report it? Alone in my room again. Crying my eyes out. Hoping that it won't happen again. But knowing that it will.
