When it Started Happening…

When it started happening, you were, so young, you didn’t know what to do, he was, the adult in the relationship, and you’d, trusted him, and, he’d, taken advantage of your trust, didn’t he???

When it started happening, you didn’t know, or understand what, was going on to you, your body tells you that it feels good, but, your mind tells you, that you shouldn’t, enjoy it, and so, dissonance occurs, and, as it’d happened again, and again, you’d felt the pains, inside of your hearts, minds, at the same time, you’re experiencing a never-before kind of pleasure from your bodies…

When it started happening, how old WERE you, huh?  Very young, I suppose, and couldn’t fight back, besides, the ones who’d hurt you were, those you’d trusted hte most, and that would cause more dissonance inside of your mind, because they were supposed to love you, instead of hurt you, and, you tune into your bodies, and they (your bodies) tell you, taht they’re, feeling the pains.

not my picture…

When it started happening, we were all, very young, and, although we’re all, “survivors”, all of us, had died, in our lives, at one time, or another.  When it started happening, I wish that someone was there, to stop it, but nobody was there, to hear me cry, so, I’d, stopped, crying, altoghether.

how the child learns to protect her/himself!!!

When it started happening, you didn’t know what to do, you were, way too young, to fight it off, and so, you’d, allowed it to happen to you, hating yourself, and, as you grow up, that dark part of your childhood is still, kept, buried deep, until, until one day, that can of worm, got opened up again………

About taurusingemini

All I have to say, I've already said it, and, let's just say, that I'm someone who's ENDURED through a TON of losses in my life, and I still made it to the very top of MY game here, TADA!!!
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