My childhood demon

I was just a child,
when he first came to my room,

I thought that I could trust him,

I clearly spoke too soon,

the way that he would touch me,

I did not understand,

he got worse as I got older,

and my pain grew out of hand

he took my virginity,

at the tender age of eight,

leaving me with mental scars,

I carry to this day,

he got me pregnant by eleven,

beat me till I bled,

till I lost my unborn child,

while I was still a child myself

he made me keep his secret,

through the many years ,

when he kept on coming to my room,

coming to my bed,

he made it seem so normal,

made my pain and fear repress,

made me guilty for wishing,

he would not come to my bed

this man he was my demon,

through my childhood years,

he said he would protect me,

yet he made me feel scared,

he made me build a hatred,

directed twords myself,

there were no monsters under my bed,

for he was in mine instead