My name is Tiasha and I'm here to tell others my story! I was sexually abused kwa my mother's ex-boyfriend! I use to be scared to say anything about the rape, but I knew it was best for me to start talking about it! Although I'm scared to like be around any male alone I've decided to let the world know my story!
Sexual Abuse Victim
© Tiasha Anderson
Tears are always running down my face
I hang my head low thinking "what a disgrace?"
The tears are coming from all the damage wewe caused
What do wewe want now, a round of applause?
I've watched wewe rape and molest me right before my eyes
Now the only thing left to do is cry
wewe aliiba my virginity without my consent
PLEASE tell me why this is the way it went
All I wanted was for wewe to get off of me
But getting wewe off of me just wasn't that easy
wewe hit me in my face then ripped my shirt
Then wewe pushed it in to the point where it hurt
I remember it like it was yesterday
Answer this, will I ever forget about this and be okay?
The thoughts are crucial & all I can do is cry
Sometimes I just think then ask myself "why didn't I die?"
The bastard didn't care if I lived au if I died
All he cared about was being satisfied
I feel dirty, I feel low, I feel used
I'll always know that I'm a victim of sexual abuse!
Sexual Abuse Victim
© Tiasha Anderson
Tears are always running down my face
I hang my head low thinking "what a disgrace?"
The tears are coming from all the damage wewe caused
What do wewe want now, a round of applause?
I've watched wewe rape and molest me right before my eyes
Now the only thing left to do is cry
wewe aliiba my virginity without my consent
PLEASE tell me why this is the way it went
All I wanted was for wewe to get off of me
But getting wewe off of me just wasn't that easy
wewe hit me in my face then ripped my shirt
Then wewe pushed it in to the point where it hurt
I remember it like it was yesterday
Answer this, will I ever forget about this and be okay?
The thoughts are crucial & all I can do is cry
Sometimes I just think then ask myself "why didn't I die?"
The bastard didn't care if I lived au if I died
All he cared about was being satisfied
I feel dirty, I feel low, I feel used
I'll always know that I'm a victim of sexual abuse!