Two years ago this spring, my baby sister (adopted into my family when I was three) killed herself. She was fifteen years old, and a victim of rape. I found out this morning, on the oh so lucky 11:11 of 11/11/ 11 that the man who made her kill herself was finally, after two years of battling to have him put behind bars, released because there wasn’t enough evidence. Ayame, who was brought to my family dying, was the best girl in the world. She would never lie. But because she killed herself before the trial, they couldn’t hold him accountable. Last may I wrote a poem for her, and I want to post it here because I know that nobody here will Judge.
What was running through your head
When you pinned her
And forcefully kissed her?
What were you thinking
When you ripped off her blouse
And she begged you to stop?
What was on your mind
When you told her to hush
That she’d like it?
What the hell were you doing
When you tore off her clothes
And raped her?
Did you think it was okay
That she was playing hard to get
And nobody would find out?
Well, I found out
And I want you to die
For putting her through that.
Did you think I’d let you walk away
After she slit her wrists
And murdered herself?
You hurt her, no
You destroyed her
It’s all your fault she’s gone
You will feel her pain
You will understand her torment
And guess what- you’re not dead yet
It’s not great, but I tried. Please don’t ever let my story happen to you…There’s counseling for things like this, so don’t take your life….I’m so sorry we couldn’t put that bastard away for you, Aya.
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Oh god, first of all, I’m sorry for your loss. I have a great interest in rape cases and rape victims. ‘Cause I believe they suffer the most. I always though of killing all the molesters out there before I die. And I will, I think. I write poems myself, about the state of mind of rape victims and all. And I have to say this is an amazing poem love. I wish the man, not to die, ’cause death is an easy way out, but to suffer in this harsh world and then die the worst possible death. Or I’d kill him myself if I had the chance to. But it’s amazing to see how strong you are holding. Best of luck for your life. I’m sure she’s having a good time somewhere way better than here.
That is terrible.
I really hate rapists.
Someone needs to catch him and torture him for years.
Wonderful poem to express your feelings.
The worst scum in the world are people who would violate someone else’s body , mind and spirit.
I’d get him myself for you and your family if I could.
That is heartbreaking.
I hope writing that poem allowed you to let out your feelings but at the same time I hope you’re not driving yourself made thinking about this bastard.
Unless he’s a psychopath, this man will bare the guilt of his action through life and into the afterlife.
Karma says, whatever we place on the wheel of life will come back to us in on way or another. So he will suffer for what he did, he has no choice in the matter.
As for Aya, sadly she ended her life, she is in no more pain.
life is eternal there is no escape. suicide only destroys you. it is not a solution to a problem it only worsens things but is rape really wrong?
@knuckle-pierce you have problems.
@knuckle – what do you mean ‘is rape really wrong’? What kind of a question is that?
that sounded pretty good ripped blouse clothes ripped off kissing sounds nice
@Knuckle that is a terrible thing to say to someone who lost their sister first to rape and then to suicide. I don’t think you’re the right person to be commenting on this post if you can’t show some sympathy or empathy.
what the hell? Completely agreeing with @one_day.
That’s terrible.I hope you hunt him down,and fuck his life up
@knuckle, if you are not joking then you actually may need to be locked up. usually I do not say that but having that type of attitude towards rape means that you may hurt others.
and that is atrocious.
do you know how many people have been raped and.or molested and how it affects their whole life.
how it stops you from wanting a normal relationship and has you questioning your sexual identity,
how it has you blaming yourself for something out of your control and wanting to die because you think that you are worth nothing..
how it has you feeling ashamed for having anytype of sexual seeling whatsoever and so you cut off and banish that part of yourself.
and much more.
lI may be dead inside but…..