Both day and night,
you came to hurt me,
didn't hit or beat,
just confused and touched me.
Why did you do those things,
Is it cause I let you,
and didn't put up a fight?
Did you really think that I wanted any bit of sick you.
I didn't and don't understand,
you, what you did and why you abused.
What made you do it? Why did you keep coming back?
It left me feeling sore, dark and used.
You say "sorry", but try yet again,
to take down my pants,
and get to what's inside,
When I stop you, you just start to rant.
Saying its my fault,
and how I really want this,
With threats you leave and I block the door,
for now, alone, I'm in pure bliss.
But I cry at the thought of you,
doing this to a child in bed,
a child I love to bits,
a child, that will soon wish she was dead.
I know you'll be back soon,
and the fight will start again,
my strength will be sapped,
will I win, or will I loose again.
Hurt and harm, can't be undone,
wounds you cause will heal but first need to stop bleeding,
they are open and hurt, and will leave a scar,
to constantly remind, what you spent a long time stealing.
I hope you never realize,
what you did and how it causes pain and fear,
cause you'll never live with knowing the scars,
and how it causes so many tears.
