I remember when I realized he raped me
And the joke wasn't funny anymore
I remember standing in the front lawn
When he called me a whore
I remember throwing up after the baby
Until my entire soul was sore
I remember thinking I had found hope
Then being punished for wanting more
And yet
When you want me to forget
How I deserve to be treated
Or what I desperately needed
All you have to do is yank away
Anything I try to say
Crumple it
Spit on it
Twist it up until I've lost the thread
Leave me on read
Fuck you
You made me promise not to say
Fuck you
But I have given up on being known
I have given up on being heard
So if all that is left of me
Is a muted TV
The caption will still read
FUCK YOU
