Okay, so when I was born, I just came to this world,
I didnt know what was going on,
My mommy took me in her hands,
I felt protected,
Then suddenly my mommy left,
Some man walked into the room,
He seemed to have dark interests,
He put me on the bed,
I was like "What are we going to do on the bed?",
He pulled down my pants,
Started looking at my dick,
He started touching it
I was like "I didnt know that you are gay."
He pulled out a knife,
Started cutting my dick,
I was like "thats wrong on so many levels."
Later in life I found out that I was raped with a knife. Thats pretty sad story. Like, why would someone rape a baby with a knife?
I was raped a couple more times, but that first time was the weirdest since it was done with a knife.
Ever since then I felt like my life is incomplete. Nothing makes sense. I feel like I am never going to have a successful relationship because I cant trust people. I fear that what happened once may happen again. My life is a mess. I even tried therapy and drugs, but nothing works. I keep having these dreams of babies screaming. I cant stop thinking about it. Sometimes, when I walk the street I hear screams. I can never feel safe because of what happened to me. I feel like justice doesnt exist.
