I trusted you,
To just be who you said you were.
And I believed it at first.
Shit I'm naive.
I'm gullible enough.
I'm trusting enough.
Vulnerable enough.
An easy target.
Easy pickings.
It's the way you were so calm,
And it was just a friendly thing.
And you gave off no signs,
That you'd do me wrong.
Had a mask on.
Then when I least expected,
You took it off,
And did me like the whore,
You saw me as.
And left me like a used rag.
Forever fucking damaged and fucked up by a man, whose last name I didn't even know.
- National Sexual Assault Hotline 1-800-656-4673.
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