Secrets are always meant to be told
That's what I have known since I was barely five-years-old
So when I grew up and held it inside
At some points I thought it would be better if I died
For what I did was too cruel
Scars marked up and down my back
But it's okay cause I was being a good girl and received a snack
'Cause I was good and I didn't tell Mom
It hurt but I always stayed calm
For what I did was too cruel
And as I grew the places he touched got lower
And my heart grew colder
New types of bruises lined by body
And when my friends ask I said they were presents from daddy
For what I did was too cruel
And when a baby started to form
And I learned what it meant to feel scorned
By everyone around me
And my tears formed a sea
For what I did was too cruel
I knew what had to be done
I’m too young to have a son
But too young to go to the doctors
It was a secret cause I learned how to fake it from actors
For what I did was too cruel
So I stood at the top of the stairs
I had to teach myself what it’s like to have no cares
So I fall down them hitting my stomach
I Bleed out after this plummet
For what I did was too cruel
And no one would know
'Til I let them
'Cause things change
In the end
About the Creator
Alexyia Taylor
I write poems and story's that highlight different parts of society
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