Afraid...

Why can't I get away from what he did to me?
He violated me.
He nearly raped me.
He smothered me.
He tore every single bit of clothing off.
I was bare,
Cold,
Terrified for my sanity.
He thought it was okay.
Okay to touch me,
Okay to kiss me,
Okay to hold me down.
Now he's holding it against me.
He says that I must be with him.
If not,
Then he'll spread my secrets.
I'm scared.
I can act so mature,
So strong,
But this is something new.
Something I've never been against.
Why did I hang out with him?
Why did I try and give him a second chance?
Why is it now that he's after me?
I'm trying to run away,
I'm trying to hide it.
I can't.
There's too many worried,
Too many trying to help me.
Why can't I spit the words out; "He touched me in ways I didn't like."?
Why can't I tell my saviors that I was molested?
How can I live like this?
Sure,
I've touched him too,
But that was before,
Before I gave him a second chance,
Before I realized that he thought we were together,
Before I realized that he was going to try and rape me.
I'm stuck in a pitch black abyss of fear.
I've never been so scared,
So frightened.
He's haunting every waking moment,
Even every dreamless moment.
I hope he's happy,
He's got my in the palm of his hand,
Where I never want to be.
I need a strong savior,
Someone who can heal me.