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what he took


You came into my life 

Being a lowlife 

I was a kid 

And you were a pig 

 

You pushed me on the bed 

And made me wish I was dead 

I was only six 

When you got your quick fix 

 

You covered my mouth 

While you went down south 

The tear steam down my face 

While I tired to find my happy place 

 

I don’t know if the words or the punches hurt more 

You filled my life with gore 

Now all I do is cry 

Because no one knows life through my eyes 

 

I live in fear 

Thinking you are near 

I have existential dread 

From the things you said 

 

I can still hear your voice 

And not by choice 

The feeling of your hands on me never left 

Even though I tired to repress

 

He broke me that night 

I cried until daylight 

You said no one would believe me 

And I stupidly agree 

 

You watched me shower 

Because you had man power 

I should’ve told someone 

But I thought you were done 

 

The abuse went on for years 

I thought it also happened to my peers 

I hate you for what you did 

When I was just a kid 

 

You took advantage of me

Even when I would plea 

I never got justice 

And now I just have numbness 

 

You took my innocence

And my blissfulness 

You took my will to live 

When I was just five 

 

I still can’t trust men 

Because it can never happen again 

My future seems so dark and dim

Because of him 

 

I want to scream and shout 

Until I blackout 

I have to deal with the damage 

But I still manage 

 

Im stuck forever 

But its whatever 

Because one day 

You will pay 

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