No Amount
So many maybes
Maybe if I screamed louder
Maybe if I tried to push him off harder
Maybe if I wasn’t a coward
So many what ifs
What if I voiced my pain
What if I had more muscle
What if I told someone sooner
So many buts
But I went mute
But my arms were forced to my side
But I was an innocent little girl
No amount of maybes
No amount of what ifs
No amount of buts
Could change the events that I will live with forever
I will carry the feeling of your hands on my body with me
Till the day I am buried
Still six feet under
I am a survivor