He Struck out at Me
I trusted you, you were my friend, I could not believe in myself anymore. You took away my youth and pride, A horrid experience. I was innocent, But you did not care, you took my body, An innocence that will never return. This was not once that you abused me, But three times. What gave you the right to do this to me? I could not understand, Not even myself. You left me shattered and confused. Was it worth it?
James Hawkins