Ripped Apart (Part 1)
Everyone thinks I'm fine
What they don't know is... It's raining hell, pain and trauma in my soul.
No one seems to get past my skin.
All they say is she's pretty
But no one knows how I truly feel.
Everytime I close my eyes to sleep there's always a terrible dream.
A trip down memory lane where I was victim
Instead of sweetdreams...
It's always a flashback to the night when I was ripped
And a replay of a bitter and horrifying scene
Poem by Jennifer Eboh
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