Some things can't be spoken, only written.
This is one of those.
Offered safety with soft words,
kind smiles.
Drove me around the area,
cut me these white lines.
But inside I was terrified,
I knew the shit to come,
and when you undressed me
my mind sat there stunned.
Outside I was laughing,
the joke tired and shrill.
Inside I was shaking,
wondering what happened to my will.
I can't explain the feeling,
I can't tell you of the pain.
Apart from all the tearing,
I'd never be the same.
Outside I'm the same girl,
I smile, I joke, I laugh.
But inside is the horror
that belongs to my past.