every time I read this poem I find myself getting madder and madder.

The Boogeyman

You make me sick thinking about you.
My stomach turns as I close my eyes and remember the way your hands felt on me. The way your lips felt on mine, the taste of your beer battered breath and cigarette stained tongue forever haunts my memories. You tricked me, I thought you loved me. You lead me into the forest, dark and deep. You showed me a quiet place where no one would hear me scream. Again, your lips pressed against mine, your hands violated my small body. You were so much bigger and older than me, why didn't you stop? Why did you do that to me? You were supposed to be there for me, and instead you betrayed me. I've never told anyone about you still to this day, and recently I heard you passed away. I was asked how I felt about your death, and I had nothing to say. So goodbye wherever you are, I hope one day the memories you made into scars in my brain will fly away.

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Written on 2016-10-02 at 09:20

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JK Fisher The PoetBay support member heart!
This is also my story. I understand your pain, your tears, and your agony. You are blessed with friends here. I am weeping as never before. I thought I was the only abused child on this Earth. Peace to your soul and heart. J

Melissa Ormond The PoetBay support member heart!
Wow so sorry this happened to you, thanks for opening up and sharing with us, hope you're okay.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Thank you for sharing this painful poem with us. It resonates with too many of us. Perhaps now the rage can stop. Corageous and very strong words.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
this is powerful, and hope writing about it, in conjunction with the death, brings some measure of release.

best wishes,

F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Your words here resonate a truth that some of us can unfortunately identify with... Felt every line. Well-written, thanks.

fuck you you made me cry