I am violated by your hate,
Your hideous crime now,
What do you, what did you,
Hope to achieve through this.
I am ripped open painfully,
And, you slowly become unglued,
Through your perverse lust,
As you push my innocence farther away,
Your wrongful deed makes me bleed,
Causes my lifetime of regrets.
I try to push you up and away,
You hold me down harder then before,
My quiet cries don’t pierce the icy exterior,
Of the callous around your heart.
I am broken by what you are,
And, my soul is numb from what you’ve done,
Echoing in my head that it’s my fault,
The voices tell me that it is.
I still feel your hands- on me,
Hear your breath in my ear,
I can’t make it go away ever,
Lay shaking violently in the aftermath,
Try to push out the present memories.
I am tortured by guilt that you laid on me,
People say it isn’t my fault,
I die trying to believe them.
Bruised into the innermost core,
Look at what you’ve done to me,
Stand back and survey your masterpiece,
Took place on a couch three feet away from me,
You could’ve beat me at least,
Could’ve screamed and made my ears bleed,
But, you stole what meant the most to me,
Forced my fall from grace upon me,
Wasn’t quite ready for this,
Not this way, didn’t dream it could be,
I am shaking, broken, bruised, beyond repair,
I am violated by your hate.
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Submission Name: Violated (By Your Hate)
