Secret Scars
Defenceless, unable to protect myself
Fallen prey to the rapist game
Haunted by his devilish smirk
Robbed of my innocence
I plead for mercy
But the beast incarnate isn't done
Ripping my heart out of my chest, to him is fun
I'm the pun to his game
My Maidenhead, the price
He returns again, to retrieve his price
The price he stole from me
Just to fuel his narcissistic ego
Left me empty to fill the void he dug open
Taunted by my fears, now tagged as a nuisance
For a mistake I didn't make nor could avoid
But I guess it's now part of me
A burden created by the beast I once loved
Stuck to my memories like a second skin
I'm now defined by a pitiful nostalgia
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