My body was a temple,
But they treated it like a lease—
Temporary pleasure,
Then left without peace.

I ached for love in all the wrong hands,
Mistook desire for sacred commands.
Now I’m wreckage, broken within—
A haunted shell beneath the skin.

It makes me want to tear it apart,
To scrape their names off every part.
I loathe this flesh, this tainted frame…
What once was holy now burns with shame.