He hurt me.
He really did.
He took away my proud.
He took away my happiness.
He forces himself on me and his touch was cold.
He called it enjoyment, I call it pain.
He called it sex, I call it rape.
He kept coming closer to my bed.
I try to scream, but nobody could hear me.
I try to fight, but my strengths were too little.
Can't "he see" my tears on the pillow?
Can't "he see" I’m hurting?
Can't "he see" my innocent is being betrayed?
Can't "he see" my future is being destroyed?
Many nights I cry. This is the image I can't get out of my head.
I can't sleep because the thought of him keep playing on my mind.
He hurt me. He really did.
This is the memories I have to live with all my life.
This is the monster I keep running from.
This is the pain I can't overcome.
I'm ashamed to tell.
I'm afraid to tell.
I fear nobody with believe me.
This is the secret I’m living with.
He hurt me, and it still hurt.