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Innocence was in my eyes.

You shattered it.

Created blisters and tears.

Injured my soul with one single touch.



Till this day you still call me a whore.

I forgot what it was like to be human.

Raping me leaving me at fault.

So fragile and broken like glass.



The blood was shed and I bled on the floor.

The water and soap was never enough.

To wash away the sins of the darkness.

Leaving me feeling rejected and numb.



There are no words to explain the pain.

Everynight I held myself while shaking.

Inside the coldness settled.

My blood veins pumping fire to stay alive.



Laying on the closet floor with the door locked.

Naked and exposed to the broken light bulb.

The memories are ever so clear inside my head.

I am lost without being abused.



When it becomes second nature.

Nothing else matters, Nothing is a crime.

I lost my soul to the men in the night.

Leaving me lonely and in my own despair.



~Kesha~