They struck me down
Stripped me bare
Till I was raw and so aware
A ghost of a person, not really there
But I was too young and trusting to care.
They broke me apart
Ripped out my heart
Their cruelty shot in a poison dart
A dangerous weapon, a skill of fine art
But I was too scared and attached to depart.
There was no cure
The blood, it would pour
My innocence lost in a jarring war
Yet I stayed and begged for more
I was too nervous, tense and unsure.
