A Bad Bedtime Story

Every time I weep,
Every word of comfort they speak
Just makes it harder to survive,
Not knowing if it's possible to revive,
A soul as broken as mine.

You abused every inch of me,
Left scars not visible for the eye to see
Taking away my innocence,
Here's to a ruined adolescence 

I'm never going to be able to trust a man,
You've ruined all relationships before they began.

You've put me through hell,
Wishing there was some sort of spell
That could zap you to a place,
Where I'd never have to see your face.

One day, I'll come out the winner.
Then you'll be but a distant memory,
Nothing more than a bad bedtime story.