When I was eight years old I thought I was safe.
You told me I was safe! that it was okay to trust you.
But now that I'm eighteen I trust so few
You told me things would be okay that it wouldn't hurt.
So how come I fear every time someone simply flirts.
I was too young to understand the sin of where your hands touched me.
It was as if I was drowning in a frozen sea
Like barbed wire around my throat I couldn't breath.
For every time I would scream you just pressed the barbs farther.
You just smiled watching my eyes go darker.
How could you tell me it was okay!
when you saw my innocence slowly decay!
Trailing your fingers along my thigh
Knowing no ones was nearby.
I told you “no” time after time. But you never listened to my cries.
Now when someone touches my skin
All I can think about is your fucking grin!
You did more then break me those days in that house.
You murdered me.
Not with a knife, or a gun, or a drug
But with nothing more than a start of a hug.
I'm eighteen now and I still taste the blood.
As you forced it down, choking me with what broke me.
I should have told you “no” one more time or yelled louder for you to stop!
No instead you used me like a playful prop..
The scars have healed but not the ones in my soul.
So here I am losing all self control.