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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