Dammaged Goods.

Pinned against the ground

Try to speak, try to scream

But there’s no sound.

I push away

Forced back down

All I can do is pray.

Tongue against my chest

Lips against my neck

Your hands against my breasts.

I never said a word

Is that why you didn’t stop?

Everything blurred.

Did you watch me cry?

Did it turn you on?

I felt you touching, feeling

Even after you where gone.

You hurt me, I hurt myself

I suppose that’s just my way of dealing.

You used me up, I’m damaged goods.

Abused by you, and left to die.

Few words where said when you where done.

“Clean yourself up.” you said

You’d already had your fun.

You dropped me off at home that night.

You kissed, I cringed, “I love you.” you said.

As if the rape wasn’t enough to bite.

For years I shouldered the blame.

Never told a soul because of the shame.

Wishing I could bleed myself dry.

All I wanted was to die.

Now I have the strength to share my voice.

It’s up to me to make the choice.