Breaking their silence

Isolation

An instance of Abuse | Part 1

He crept upon me from behind, and asked me not to make a sound

He groped me slowly, to release his frustration, and then proceeds to briefly hold me down

I try to push him away, but he doesn’t let me run, to escape the fate that sounds the hum

I close my eyes, and go towards the happy place, where I belong among the friends that call me bud

He then starts to put his prick around the place, that hurts me ouch I scream for a brief amount of time that goes inside, I let out a scream of help but nobody hears that sound my friends, are blind & people who don’t even pay attention to mind

Of how a child, is sacrificed for the pleasures of lust, & carnal desire the soul of the child, is killed within but nobody cares about him

The man finishes in seconds to spare, and hits the boy on his bare the boy is down, without a sight a pain perhaps, a suffering in disguise the boy still is in his happy place believing it as reality, to escape

The boy stands up, and cleans himself he can’t walk straight, the pain doesn’t let himself move towards his home he stops his tears, as people will know they’ll ask questions, and ridicule “you got raped boy”, you’re such a fool”

And then this boy will face a life, a life of darkness and despair, a life of suffering & abuse, he will ask help from everyone, but gain nothing from no one, except the fate that lies ahead, the fate that once had him consummate

“Dedicated to the many boys I’ve met & supported through the many years. Their experiences through their voices — Do not sit idly by, break the silence!”