Behind closed lids you struggle not to see
Breath hitched, gasping for release
Once bruised thighs, you now claw at the flesh
Hoping to escape this body he left
It fails to die and let you be
Always returning to that infringing spree
Names they call and constantly shame
A girl caught, and forced his claim
You try to change, to estrange
Every person that had you blamed
And that four letter word . . . oh, the reactions you receive!
When a year ago a part of you was thieved.