He raped me, but he was right.
He was doing me a favor.
Nobody else wants me or ever will.
And he was right.
It's all my fault.
And he was right.
I won't be good enough for anyone.
Why couldn't he just finish what he started and slice my neck open and have left me to just die
he wanted me to live, to suffer, to feel the pain of not bein wanted
of being used, beaten, bruised,
and just left there to collect the pieces.

I can't do it anymore.
He was right....