Men make me sick I almost wish they didn't exist Who could ever predict? A tragedy such as this In my own home While alone Tears soak the same pillow where he once laid his head Everyday I am forced to sleep in the same damn bed Where I once drew blood of my attacker Why did I shower later after?

“It’s your body's’ way of protecting you.” I was told as I felt the singeing handprint of my mother burn into my thigh. It’s my body’s way of protecting me. I remind myself as I feel his hands all over me in the middle of the night when i can only think about the yellow street light that filtered in and cascaded over his large frame like water pouring unexpectedly from the sky. “It’s my body’s way of protecting me.” I explain to the one person who can touch me without making my skin crawl. “Please protect me too.”

I could've been nothing soul undone, But I had a calling, a meaning, a function. I had to get better I believe in significance, And I'm well aware that genius is a universe, some might say. It is rumoured that the minute you are satisfied is when you fade away I stumbled forward, The door was open, I slid headfirst into the deepest, darkest ocean. Suddenly exposed like a firefly in the night, But feeling the fire within, I've suddenly worked out there's a storm underneath my skin. A thousand pieces being repaired, Mind and body connected and now getting there, Our pain is inevitable our suff