Violated

I feel so violated, like such a little whore.

I told him I wanted nothing,

and he came back for more.



My mother tried to comfort me,

like caring mothers do

I couldn't even tell her,

because she would hate me too.



I feel like I always do,

helpless and betrayed.

They like to make me enjoy it.

Sometimes they make me bleed.



I feel so violated, like such a little whore.

I told him I wanted nothing,

but eventually I came back for more.








Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written Dec 04, 1999. Not written from my point of view. I changed alot of things around in this poem as I was retyping it.

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