When you crept in me the first time 
Taking my innocence away
Did you hear me begging and pleading for you to STOP...
When you felt that you had enough of me the fifth time when you spat on Me... laughed and walked away... 
Did that make you feel better...
Or when you held me down by a knife threatening you would kill me if I Told a single soul...
When you see the tears flowing down my face...
Is that what excites you to keep coming back for more...
Your twenty seven...
I am still a child...
You make me fear stepping back into my own room day AND night... 
You make me fear sleeping in my own –what’s supposed to be comfortable- bed...
You make me fear to even close my eyes because I fear you will return once again for more...
You always show up unexpectedly...
When will you stop...
Do you know what trauma you have caused me...
Do you know you wake me in my dreams because you are there too...
There just seems no escaping from you...
When will you stop...
WHEN????