For all the victims

Listen, I will tell you how things really work.

So maybe you can understand if something is going wrong.

When you cry yourself to sleep and you’re scared to death,

And you have no power to get out of bed.

You used to be bright, but now your inner fire is extinguished.

You think that your happiest days are about to finish.

And you begin to realize that you are  mistreated and abused.

You can’t believe it’s happening to you, You get confused.

You start to question your own perception of reality.

They say you’re imagining things and losing your sanity.

But put yourself together and run as fast as you can.

Abuse is hard for you, but for them, it’s sort of fun.


Listen, I’m not going to sugarcoat.

They can literally punch you and grab your throat.

You are blamed for the words you say and the things that you do.

They make you believe that the problem is you.

But look at the graves of a women who died in silence,

Because nobody protects them from terrible home violence.

I can tell you thousands of stories, and I can show you some films,

But not everyone understands exactly what a victim feels.

I don’t know how to stop this endless loop of victim blaming.

But I won’t get tired of explaining the same thing.

It doesn’t matter what they wear or how they behave.

Nobody can decide to put them all in the grave.