Darrell, How could you?
How could you do that to me?
I was seven, but you molested me anyway.
I was seven.
And you repeatedly did it to me.
Darrell, how could you?
Now, I blame myself.
I keep wondering what I did.
How I provoked you to do it.
But I know in my heart it wasn't my fault.
But in my head, i can't believe it.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know who to talk to about it.
I see a therapist because of you.
I can't seem to get a grip on myself.
You hurt me.
You moslested me.
And last night I found out,
You tried to do it to my cousin.
It was years ago, but you still tried.
You are disgusting.
I hope I never see you again.
If I do, you'll hope I never did.
