It started as a game.
Don’t touch me
I say. Laughing.
I didn’t expect
To end up
Lying here on the floor
Whilst reality hits you
I feel so used
You knew about my past
History does have a funny way of
Repeating itself
You try to comfort me
Your hand on my back
I feel sick.
I want to scream
DON’T TOUCH ME!!!
And
icantbreatheicantbreatheicantbreathe
My wrists are still sore from where
You grabbed me
It was only a game.
