Remember your touch

I can still feel your touch on my skin and that makes me feel sick. I hate waking up in the middle of the night sweating because of a nightmare.
It's not just a nightmare, is a memory that haunts me every day and every night, remembering me that I should be scared, that I should be ashamed for something that you did to me.
It wasn't my fault, it was yours, and I keep telling myself that you should pay for what you did.
And you will.