The Bleeding Heart is a Rape Victim

I make this piece with tears streaming down my face. I have endured the worst violation a woman could endure. He raped me. He took away my power my sweet inner innocence. He tugged hard at my heart and ripped it out and ate it whole. He took it all away from me. I will never have that pureness back ever. I may grow on and heal from the torment but it will forever haunt me, in my dreams and in my mind where my memories are locked away. A lot of the night has been erased for my own sanity and protection but some of the vile darkness does bubble up. It comes to the corner of my mind and reminds me of the horrific night I had to meet face to face with. This night may have made me stronger but it has also broken me in so many ways.