The burn he left in my flesh.
It burns from time to time.
As if it just happened yesterday.
It has been months now sense it happened.
And I have tried hard to remove it.
But it still seems to burn
And when it burns I remember…

“Don’t you dare fucking move
Or I swear to god I will beat you
Harder then I did before”
Isn’t that just what you said?

“Oh god, come to me now,
You Stupid slut. It’s not like you
Will feel it any way. You jump
On my dick while I do this, and if
You don’t please me, the burn
Will seem like a paper cut
Compared to what I will do.”
It still echoes in my mind
From time to time.

The things you said.
Were nothing
Compared to the things
You did.

I can still remember their eyes on me
How could you let them touch me?
You said to me that you loved me.
And I loved you.
Still you laughed as I cried
Naked in front of your friends.
As you begged them to touch me
You let them; you let them degrade me.
I was terrified of you,
And just what you would do.

Why was it that you found such,
Pleasure in my pain?
Didn’t you care?
Didn’t you see?
When I cried, all you did
Was hit me more?

I prayed when I was with you.
Prayed to god to take me away.
That is a feat for someone who never
Believed in god.
I prayed he would give me strength
So I could leave you.
I feared what you would do.
And I still do.

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