The Memories
I’m here to tell my story
About the hateful man and I
About how he took my dignity
Made me scared, made me cry
He hurt me on the insides
In more ways than one
He hurt me on the outside
Said that he was “having fun”
It wasn’t fun for me though
Not one single bit
When he forced his way within me
I could feel my insides rip
I’m here to tell my story
But I’m so scared he’ll find out
I know he’s locked away somewhere
But my mind is still in doubt
When he had me held captive
And he pinned me to the bed
With his own body pushed upon me
I might as well have been dead
I’m not sure how I survived
I guess God was on my side
I’m here to tell my story
Of why I’m still alive