I often find myself asking the question: what did you have to gain by causing me so much pain?
I was blacked out and unconscious from an overindulgent 21st birthday,
And you messed up my mind, body, and soul in the worst way
I trusted you and considered you a friend,
But that’s not where you wanted it to end
That night, you did far more than cross a line,
You forced your body to intertwine with mine
Today marks 18 months since you ***** me,
And no length of time or amount of therapy could ever set me free
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 1:24 AM UTC
I often find myself asking the question: what did you have to gain by causing me so much pain?
I was blacked out and unconscious from an overindulgent 21st birthday,
And you messed up my mind, body, and soul in the worst way
I trusted you and considered you a friend,
But that’s not where you wanted it to end
That night, you did far more than cross a line,
You forced your body to intertwine with mine
Today marks 18 months since you ***** me,
And no length of time or amount of therapy could ever set me free
I just realized today that it has been 18 months to the day since I was ***** The pain, depression, and anxiety has become so overwhelming. Being ***** changes you in the worst way.
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