I don't know how much I can handle feeling like this,
I still feel dirty, 12 years, 2 months, and 1 day after it happened,
You stripped me of everything at just 8 years, 1 month (to the day) old.
You told me you'd kill me if I told anyone,
And at 8, I truly did believe you, especially with that knife to my neck and the match in front of my face.
Little did I know that you had already killed me,
I can't hear the name "Corey" without flinching.
I don't enjoy the 4th of July anymore,
Did you know it used to be my favorite holiday?
Now, the sound of fireworks send me to a panic.
Do you know how much I wish you had actually just killed me?
Because, maybe, just maybe, you would actually be in jail right now.
You were my older brothers' best friend,
I thought I could trust you.
The day it happened,
I told my best friend
She said,
"Don't you know that's how babies are made"??
I didn't,
I stood in front of my bedroom mirror every morning, hoping my bloating belly wasn't a person,
Because what would I tell my mom?
What would I tell my dad?
That night, you spent the night with my brothers,
I stayed in my room the entire time sobbing,
While you were probably having an uneventful night of watching movies and playing halo.
I threw my swimsuit away the next morning,
My parents asked me why,
I just told them it ripped,
Little did they know,
You cut the strap off as you threatened me.
I was in a one piece floral swimsuit,
I can't look at floral patterns the same.
12 years later and I still struggle to go out in a swimsuit,
I don't want anyone to see my disgusting body.
Why didn't you just kill me a month after my 8th birthday,
So I wouldn't be here to deal with the pain of why,
Why you felt the need to take my entire childhood from me,
Why you just had to make it so hard for me to trust any man in my life,
Why you took what innocence I had left and just ground it up into nothing.
I don't really want to be here anymore,
And most of that stems to what you did to me 12 years, 1 month, and 1 day ago.