SA’d

Well, I was sexually abused several times so I only think about sex sex sex HEhehehe here is my poem about it 

"Penance"

That time I was in a trap disguised as a game

And I won nothing but teasing.

That time I trusted,

But it was only a sealed threshold and my tightness in the chest for opening it.

That time I witnessed obscene visions;

Those eyes perpetrated by memory,

Assaulted by violent memories.

That confused skin, full of shame.

Guilt, a word that is always on my mind.

That pattern that repeats itself

Again and again,

Marked forever.

Now it's my dirty desire.

Thanks to all those hands on me,

I discovered that this is my punishment.