If God does exist,
Tell me why his hands and touch was nailed into my skin,
Like dirt trapped under a finger nail.
Where you'd scrub and scrub to wash it out,
But it just won't come out.
No no no no, stop stop stop stop,
No plea for a young girl would ever be heard let alone cause for any thing to stop.
If God exists,
Tell me why some times I relive this day over and over,
Wondering if he did this to other girls other than me?
Some times this was the main cause of my suffering and depression,
If anyone knew, I wouldn't be accepted.
So my words became violent knives I used but did not attack anyone with,
No I didn't attack anyone but myself.
Was this all I was worth? Some sexualized tool?
If younger boys could take advantage of me,
Who is to save me from the greater evil of the world?
If God does exist, tell me why he allows ****** assault.
Tell me why he allows for this monster to be engraved in my skin,
Where I can't love without feeling hurt or anxiety?
Cause sometimes I think...
What's the point in living?