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.