Unsent Letters: Rest In Peace Innocent Girl

Dear innocent girl,

I have to bury you now. You were so broken long before he ever found you. Your family, the ones meant to love and protect you, shattered you first. They stole your safety, your laughter, every fragile piece of innocence that should have been yours to keep. Their abuse was a storm you could never escape, cutting you down until you learned to make yourself small, to hide and brace for the next blow. You grew up under their violence, swallowing your voice, your fears, and believing that love was supposed to hurt.

You were barely more than a child when he saw the vacancy in your eyes, the wounds carved by those who should have been your protectors. He knew he could take what he wanted from you, that he wouldn’t need to try very hard to turn your hurt against you. He stepped into the spaces your parents left hollow, twisting their pain into his own brand of cruelty. He pretended to be warmth, to be refuge, yet every kind word, every soft touch, was tainted with the same darkness they had taught you to expect.

You were a naive child, and in your attempt to find home, you held onto the smallest scrap he offered, even as it cut you deeper. In his hands, every promise became a weapon, every touch a cage. You thought you were responsible for a man's perversions, the ones he twisted into calling it innocent fun. But he fed off your suffering, his words as sweet and poisonous as honey. He pretended it was love as he ripped away the pieces of you that remained, the final shreds of light they hadn’t yet stolen.

And now, I grieve for you with a fury that feels like fire in my chest, helpless to reach through the past and pull you back. There’s an ache in me that grows sharper each time I remember your face, the haunted look they put in your eyes before he ever came along. You deserved so much more than this chain of betrayals, each one tearing at your spirit until there was almost nothing left.

He drained you of joy until you forgot what passion felt like, until any desire or spark in you was reduced to embers. You were forced to bury your own dreams, to silence every whisper of hope and pretend you didn’t want anything beyond the misery they assigned you. Love, the one thing that could have saved you, became a hollow word. You learned to mistrust it, to fear its lies, to wonder if it was ever real at all. They took the feeling of warmth and twisted it until you could no longer recognize it. You lost the ability to feel love, to receive it, even in moments when it was real.

You carry their voices now, their hatred seeded deep within you. They taught you to doubt yourself, to carry the shame that was always theirs. Each cruel word, each violation became part of you, forcing you to believe that you deserved their torment, that somehow this was all your fault. And so, you internalized their disgust, their unyielding criticism, until you were left fighting an endless war inside, believing the lies they branded into you. Even now, I see their shadows in you, their anger boiling just beneath the surface, tearing you apart from within.

The weight of your absence is unbearable, and every heartbeat mourns the life you never got to fully live. They stole you, piece by piece, first with their violence, then with their neglect, until he came to finish the job. They taught you that love is something to survive, and he took full advantage, pretending that pain was something you deserved. They failed you, and he fed on the emptiness they left behind. And now, here I am, left with nothing but rage and sorrow, haunted by the memory of the girl who should have been loved, who should have been free.

You never had the chance to know a life untouched by fear, a world where laughter wasn’t a cruel weapon aimed at you. Innocence was stolen from you before you could even understand what it meant, before you could feel the warmth of unbroken trust or believe in a love that didn’t ask for pieces of you in return. The pure joy of simply being, of feeling safe and whole, was never yours to experience. Instead, you learned too early that love was for everyone else and never for you, and that comfort was cold, and that those who held you close only did so because of what they needed to gain, kept you in their view when they needed to protect themselves from the truth you could tell.

The agony lies not only in the hurt you endured, but in what you never got to feel.

I have to bury you now. But, dear girl, you deserved a lifetime, a world that cherished every part of you, not one that devoured you piece by piece and left nothing but severed ends. You deserved so much more.

Dimmed by his touch, lost in his unforgiving grasp.

Every night, her face lingers like a fading star,

Mauled her spirit, crushed under his hands, his eyes dark with secrets.

Remembering her innocence breaks me anew,

Dreams of her joy now twisted, fractured.

Under his shadow, she withered, her laughter gone,

Oh, if only I could have saved her..

There’s no peace in these memories, only sorrow,

A pain that claws deeper each time I see her face,

Every promise he made hollow, cruelly calculated.

Ruthless words twisted her love, poisoned her trust.

Yearning for freedom, she stumbled, trapped in his violence.

Reminding me that he stole not only her, but everything.

Just a string of filthy lies, sweet as venom on his lips,

Never able to reach through the past to pull her back,

Never able to undo the hatred he carved into her.

Every heartbeat mourns her absence, Guiltless, he ravaged her, pretending it was love,

Unleashing dark charms to break her from within.

Every touch a cage, every whisper a weapon,

Ripping apart her heart, he left her hollow.

To silence the truth he dared not face in himself.

In his hollow eyes, she saw the fear he buried deep,

Never love, only the thrill of breaking another soul.

Rage fills me now, helpless against the memory of her tears,

Overwhelmed by grief, her memory carved into me forever.

Trapped beneath his twisted need, his cruel, hidden shame,

In his own desire to control her, he sunk claws in deep.

And I stood helpless, watching her soul unravel.

Any tenderness a weapon he wielded with rage.

Repressed and bitter, he needed someone to shatter,

Monstrous hunger masked by pride, he fed on her pain,

Nourished by her suffering, his darkest craving fed.

Slowly, he stole pieces of her, one by one,

Reborn in her suffering, he fed on her pain,

Even as she lost herself, fading like smoke.

Only to leave scars where there once was light,