My Therapist

My therapist asked about my past again
Where would I even begin?
From the very start I never had a chance
Daddy knew he loved me at first glance

Wake and bake
Then he’d bring out his snake
A quick glass of gin
Glazed eyes and a drunken grin

 “Lie still baby, hush”
“Don’t worry it won’t hurt much”
For five years I was daddy’s little slut
Then I became mommy’s little nut

A blade always to my skin
Left me with no where to fit in
And wounds to deep to mend
Made self-harm my only friend

Then I fell for a boy named John
And now he’ll never truly be gone
That day will forever haunt my dreams
The day everyone ignored my screams

He watched as they held me down
Each taking a turn pounding my mound
Even with condoms there’s always a maybe
And four months later I miscarried a baby

I relive it all every night in my sleep
But these are my secrets to keep
So I could never tell her all this
Who does she think she is? My therapist?


(Rough draft. Hope it isnt too bad.)