IS IT MY FAULT?

Like a worm on a hook,
I was captured and raped,
Somehow i keep thinking,
I could have escaped,
It's over now,
Nothing i can do,
Dyed my hair black,
My nails black too,
Cuts on my wrists,
Seem to get deeper by day,
I feel so dirty,
Just wanna scrub it away,
Is it my fault,
That this happened to me?
Was it because im thin?
And kind of pretty?
Haven't told mum,
Pushed my friends away,
Listening to my music,
Getting in trouble every day,
Life means nothing anymore,
Just want to give it up,
Nothing left for me,
I've had so much more than enough...

NOT A TRUE STORY-BUT I UNDERSTAND ALOT OF SITUATIONS DEALING WITH RAPE AND ABUSE.
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