Non-Consensual Lolita
The darkness around me is too complete
As I lay here, discarded
In sex-soaked sheets.
Like a childhood toy,
Worn old with use
I can't help but feel a little bit broken,
A little bit abused.
I'm living in a twisted nightmare
With no chance of waking up.
This is my reality,
Even if seven is far too young.
My memories of long, sweat-slick nights
Would make anyone cringe,
And these thoughts are only meant for me.
I don't want to hurt anymore,
So I can't let these feelings free.
Maybe some day this torture will stop;
Maybe some day I will leave the pain behind.
But until then, I live in fear of being alone again
With the Devil in disguise.