When I was five or six I went to visit my father,

Can I really call him my father?

Little did I know about that summer was...

It felt longer than a summer.

I would be hurt physically and mentally,

By someone I grew up with,By someone I thought I knew, By someone who lived right beside me,

Did I really know them? 

By someone who I called brother,

I do not claim him anymore.

He messed my mind up,I cant trust anyone now,

Trust none.

It's been 9 years since this happened,

Why can't I let the memories go?

Most people tell me to get over it,

How could I get over something like that?

I have tried to get over it,

I've tried and tried and tried.

But I was molested by my brother,

Do you know what that's like?

You'll never know my pain.

You will never know!



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