Innocence

You stole it from me
Ripped it away
It meant nothing to you
while I am shaking, crying, hating
you.

You look at me with a face of disgust
Caring more about the beer in your hand
Than the innocence you just stole.

An innocence too young to understand then but now,
now I fully know what I meant to you
Nothing, I meant nothing.

Worse than dirt but good for money.
Young, used, screaming to stop
Only makes it a longer punishment.

You made me believe you cared for a moment
then beat the happiness out of me

Did you find that pleasurable?
Abducting my innocence