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Victim to Survivor


A victims nightmare

I am sitting on the kitchen floor

tears streaming down my face.

I don’t think I can take much more

of this god forsaken place.

The pain inside my head so strong

I think it might explode.

Please tell me where I went so wrong

to put me on this nightmare road.

Pills spread out on the table

I just want the pain to stop.

I don’t know if I am able

my brain’s like a spinning top.

As my racing thoughts intensify

is this what a breakdown’s like

all my emotional stressors amplify

is the reaper going to strike?

My abuser walks around my town

not a worry or a care.

While I feel like I am going to drown

with all the guilt and hurt I bear.


A Survivors hope

I can’t keep screaming out in anger

why was I dealt a lousy hand?

From the clutches of that monster

I need to make a stand.

From the self-loathing of a victim

I’ve played that part for years.

now it’s time to sink or swim

and dry up all those tears.

Stop playing at the blame game

when things start to get tough.

No more to live a life of shame

I’ve been a victim long enough.

I am a survivor sounds more positive

than the names inside my head.

To help me write the narrative

of the road that lies ahead.

I know I can’t undo what happened

that left me emotionally scarred

but I don’t have to be disheartened

because survival is not time barred

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