*Its our little secret*

*TRIGGER WARNING*

A young year old girl, her innocence about to be broken,

*Its our little secret* whispered in her ear,

A young teen, her body seemingly no longer her own,

as the final part of her innocence was torn from her,

Yet speaking out, she was shhhhd and told *It never happened*

A adult, surrendering to acceptance her body was no longer her own,

used and abused as desired by others,

*It never stops* she whispers to herself,

My story I said gets deeper, this is the deepest it goes,

Yet I only touch on the surface of what I endured,

Secrets buried with the dead,

Shame hides the recent truth,

Fear settles in her soul,

This is her life, her body no longer her own,

Sexual abuse the worst of any kind,

Mental abuse you can push away,

Physical abuse the bruises heal,

Verbal abuse can be silenced,

Sexual abuse, you can never regain your innocence,

You can never return to your childhood and get back what was taken,

You can heal they say, you can recover, like the other abuse,

Yet to me, you cannot, this side, is harder,

As an adult you can scream back at verbal abuse,

You can run from the physical abuse,

Mental abuse you can recognise and try and stop,

You cannot stop when a mans arms hold you down,

Forcing you down, taken fully without consent.

Again my body used then discarded.

All that remains is guilt, shame and the fear of not being believed.

This is part of my story, and one of the hardest I am finding to share with you, but I some how find strength within to be able to do this now.