Rape me.
I guess that's what I was saying when I looked at you the wrong way.
Or maybe it was what I was wearing.
Those neon green jeans and my favorite tee.
I was only eleven, when I woke up from a drunken slumber with you on top of me.
That thought still haunts me.
I still see your eyes when I fall asleep.
I still see those days where I thought a boy four years older than me actually wanted to be my friend.
I still see the first night I told you I'd smoke with you.
An illegal drug I told myself I'd never do.
After all I grew up Seeing everything my mother went through.
How could I?
I think it was Your voice that took me up like an ocean and sweetly swept me off my feet.
I trusted you.
I shouldn't have.
you ruined me.
You're probably living your life as you should be now.
Like nothing ever happened.
I bet you don't even think of me.
You turned me into something I shouldn't have been at that age.
But maybe you don't think of it that way.
I just wanted to say,
I do.