Look

Why don't you look and see,
At what he did to me.
Look at all the bruises and all the scars,
I'll even show you where they are.

Some are there, some are not,
Feel free to look at every little spot.
No they didn't "just appear",
I will tell you the story, if you promise to hear.

I guess it was my fault, cause I didn't understand,
How much pain he was really in.
But no matter how loud I did scream,
He never stopped and realized what he was doing to me.

So I was silent as I took the abuse,
Why I didn't tell, I never knew.
What happened to you? You ask me as I shake,
What happened to me? It's something you call rape.