Soft,
Sweet,
Smooth,
My body is sacred

I want to be touched
But your hands
They hurt
Theyre rough

But your lips are oh so soft
On my neck
My pulse rises
Brings me to the point of no return

Why to i do this to myself
Treating my body as something to be thrown away
The scars so easily seen
As plain as day when people look

Teach me
Love me
Treat me like a princess
So that ill see myself the same way