It happens to other people.

You say "how sad."

You say "poor thing."

What you did to me was nothing. At least in you're world. One day, and it was gone. Over, never to be seen again. One day in you're life. For me, it was more. It was the beginning of the end of my life. You took my soul, and squeezed it. It was broken in a quick second, but it would take an eternity to fix.


When it's you, it's something else

It's everything

You stole my life. You stole who I was. That day, I ceased to be Grace, I became nothing. Just, nothing. I had wasted away. Because of what you did to me.

You'll never believe the nightmares

You'll never know the pain you caused

You'll never see the scars you left

The things you stole, everything lost

I hate you. I hate the way you live you're life. I hate what you've done to me. I hate everything about you, from the way you walk, to the way you smile, to you're perfect hair, straight teeth…you look like a nice guy. Someone I could trust. I needed that. I needed you. But you used me. And abused me. And I'll never trust again. Ever.

You took my body

Tore it in half

You took my childhood

My heart and my laugh

I need to stop this. I need to stop you. I need to get over this, and move on, when all I really want to do is break down, and cry until i'm drowning in a river of salty tears. But I can't. I have to be strong. For me. For my family. For every other girl you've ever used, and then thrown away like a little toy train from you're past. Once you adored it, now you're simply too mature to be amused by a little toy train.

You took everything I kept for myself

Then you're gone

I'm not your poor thing

You better watch out. Because I'm coming for you. Because what you did was wrong. Because what you did, was rape…