He came into my room one night, while i dreamed.

He hurt me horribly but I never screamed.

And now I scream out as loud as I can,

From something as innocent as a slight touch from your hand.

I know you'd never hurt me, but I still cower away...

Why haven't I ever forget what happened that day?

And how do people know?

Can they hear the scream...

The one that is not heard but seen?

Is it something you see here deep inside my eyes...

Can you see all the pain that I felt between my thighs?

Can you see I tried to resist but was too weak?

Or can you hear the scream in the way I speak?

Like I say I have no pain, and I know it's a lie,

But for some reason, it hurts less than you seeing me cry?

I know you can tell I'm scared when I'm this alert.

So why can't I just scream out and admit that I'm still hurt?

And now, what else can I do?

 I've said all that I can say.

Everything that is, except what happened that day.