Anika's story part 3 (Originally Tainted soul & haunted mind)

Tainted soul and haunted mind
The truth, death does find

In death the lies of your family are unveiled
And yet for that to occur, your soul has set sail

Revealing the hatred and pain they showed
And to think that yourself you lowered

To cut your wrists and tie the noose
And let your anguished soul loose

You never wanted it this way but it was all that was left
Why did your family have to be guilty of theft?

Steal a girl’s life which had yet begun
By their actions and taunts with thy gun

Pin her by her arms to the bed
And force her to give these strangers head

Tearing of her clothing, ripping it to shreds
So many faces, bodies and heads

Forced to widen your legs thus stripping your pride
No wonder that from the touch of males you would hide

Gun to your temple what more trauma is needed??
With terror of lost innocence, your soul depleted

Too many people you were forced to pleasure
You body and soul was a forsaken treasure

No lost ambition by the ones who you were forced to service
For your pleading eyes & screaming body were always in resistance

For you couldn’t even sleep at night
Not knowing when next she had to put up a fight

Occasionally five ten even fifteen times a day
For as long as you remember there had been no other way

That had been your life from memories to the grave
To last fourteen years you were so very brave.