The fact is we have all been that girl 

The fact is we have all been that girl 

That girl who drunk to much

That girl who went home with a random

That girl who fell in love with the brooding handsome stranger

That girl who allowed her self to be isolated, believing it was love, believing everyone is essentially good and that there in the papers will never be them, ANOTHER WOMAN DEAD

That girl who was assaulted but can’t remember it, so according to the police it didn’t happen

That girl who at what ever age first young drunk ends up losing her virginity, 

left dirty on the floor

That girl who believes this is normal behaviour, all her fault

That girl who believes she asked for it

But what about the men and the boys who grow up in the noise of abuse?

Who grow up believing its his right to take a life

Believing it’s his right to blacken the eye of the one’s he says he loves

Believing it’s his right to take out his anger on the innocent soals that were born of him

That man who then says sorry
That man who gets a slap by the courts while terrorising those he vowed to protect 

Where is his reckoning? 
His responsibility in this?
When we are the ones left dirty on the floor