
Keep your claim to surface level pressure
while I grip tight to sickness at my core.
It's not about understanding,
but about knowing what's in store.
Memory always keeps reminding me
why I am its whore.
Captured, and I can't let go
See, you think it's so easy
But I'm not the one who is white as snow
[not with my innocence so tainted]
He claimed to capture my heart
when all he did was rob my joy.
Preying on happiness that was mine
to lend him.
[and he didn't even ask]
Bound to his eyes and
raspy voice,
you'll never be [know]
what I felt
When I have a wound the size
of a clenched fist
and all I can do is
write about this
Don't try and tell me
you understand.
When you can't sleep at night
because you start having flashbacks
of a man on top of you and you're screaming,
"Stop! Stop!"
then, maybe then, you'll understand














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