Violation from your core to your toes
The reflection in the mirror is no longer yours
The clothes you wear will not fit
Years will go by and you won't be able to shut the mental door
This isn't a lie this is it, the reality after what he did
The darkness that fatal night, what was supposed to be fun
Turned into a fucking fight or flight
And being the pacifist you are, flight is what you chose
And now you're on the pathway but you don't belong in hell
Stop stop I scream to him as I watch you cry
But yet my yells to no avail echo in the night
As I open my eyes and I'm actually in bed remembering the worst night
Of my life
