There was a man,
Who did me wrong.
In the most awful way you could imagine,
I kept quiet for so long.
I kept quiet until I broke,
To the point I felt like I didn\'t matter.
Then I finally spoke,
Of all the things that happened.
He denied all allegations,
Through fear of losing all he held dear.
Instead it was me who lost all relations,
As he had the wrapped around his fingers.
Now I have bad days,
Where the wirld seems so dark.
I also have good days,
Where a glimmer of hope sparks.
In the end of my story,
I\'m in this battle alone.
Like dancing, steps forward and backwards,
Small steps until I\'m completely grown.
I may never fully recover,
From my trust being broken.
It\'s time I rediscover,
Who I am beyond this.
I am not a victim,
Of a crime so disturbed,
But a survivor!