This is my blood. <br />The blood of my veins. <br />The blood that will show you <br />All of my pain. <br />Listen to it dripping <br />And you will hear <br />The story of my life <br />Full of hate and fear. <br />The years that went by <br />In that cold, dark room. <br />No place for young girls <br />Was that wretched tomb. <br />They hit and beat me <br />And called me mean names. <br />I awaited my freedom <br />And finally it came. <br />My 18th birthday. <br />It was finally here. <br />I'd be rid of this place. <br />I would have no more fear. <br />They let me leave <br />But never really let me go. <br />I had memories of them <br />Worse than you know. <br />You may ask how I rid them <br />Of my dreams. <br />Well the answer's not as simple <br />As it may seem. <br />I did onto others <br />As they did to me. <br />But that only made it worse <br />As you will see. <br />When I hurt the innocent <br />(That's what I used to be) <br />I thought of the men <br />That violated me. <br />It hurt even worse <br />To know I was like them. <br />To take someone's childhood <br />And leave them spiritually dead. <br />I knew right away <br />What I had to do <br />To regain my good name <br />And compensate the harmed few. <br />I had to destroy them. <br />For the victims and me. <br />Execute the bad men <br />And allow the immolation to see <br />That this world <br />Is more than pain. <br />It comes and it goes <br />In violent displays. <br />But if you're at the very bottom <br />Then you can't get any lower. <br />And there's never just one option. <br />There's always another way. <br />So don't give up just yet. <br />At the end of the tunnel there's a light. <br />I know you can't see it yet <br />But I've been through this and I know I'm right. <br />For I hope that you find happiness <br />And have faith, this too shall pass. <br />One day this will make you stronger. <br />This memory of troubled past.<br /><br />Christine Woodrich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-is-my-blood/