What would you feel
If you read my name in the newspaper
Under the obituary?
Would it cross your mind
To attend my funeral
And see my lifeless body laying
In a casket
Wrists slashed
Marks of tears permanently
Scarred in the lines of my face
Because of you.
Would you feel guilty then?
Finally realize
The life you've stolen
From a little girl,
The future promised
That you took and smashed,
The heart full of naivety
That you filled with distrust,
The untouched skin
That's now slashed
Because all I try to do
Is scrape away the feeling
Of your hands holding me down,
The sensation of your words hitting my skin
Promising that everything would be ok,
The burns your eyes engraved
On my innocent skin.
Would you hold my hand
One last time
And tell me all I've ever wanted to hear?
"I'm sorry"