My Song

The pain was so tangible and real
I have never felt like that
So many times I thought to myself I would kill
With darkness, pain and tears; all alone I sat
Over and over, violation, waiting for someone to come and save me
Over and over, deception, I was too young to understand and see
He left me at a drop of a dime; What did I do wrong?
With me and those actions he performed on me, he spent no more time; years I spent singing his aweful sexual song
I just want to know why he did that to me
Deep Depression, from his ways on to me; crying was the only thing that put me to sleep
Living the rest of my life with these terrible horrors
He was one sick bastard with disgraceful morals
Force, rage, and roughness; (yes rape) now that I would have much better preferred
Slow, soft, and intimate, (molestation, no) I would rather had deferred
As a result, years following of confused behavior
Actions that I now wouldn't be able to savor
Now, everything is okay, and I'm doing fine
Finally restored and have a peace of mind