Can you see into my eyes? Reveal the hurt I want to hide. Expose the secrets I've kept inside. They say your shadow is a harmless thing but I've been running from the shadow k**ing me. My mind has been raped. My innocence was robbed from me. I'm trying to pick up the pieces of what's left of me. Who is this silhouette of grief? It follows closely. It won't leave me alone. Seductive grip with a toxic kiss. Cold is the soul that abandoned love for a hoax. I never wanted this. Polluted thoughts that haunt me like a ghost. I've given so much of myself away that I have nothing left to give. Filthy hands. Filthy man. Who is this silhouette of grief? Am I too blind to see that it is me? I have become my own worst enemy. Ashamed and bare. Burned images linger since that day. Unaware of the aftermath to come, I was taken. Ripped of all virtue, the cold shiver of feeling naked, stripped of fidelity I kneeled in sorrow. Mother weeps while my father screams at my brother for using. Fragile mind of a child trying to cope. Absence of intimacy, they became objects at my disposal. Subhuman morals seem vital but the pleasure only stays for a while until I sink into a depressed state. What will I amount to if this continues? Smiles turn to rage. I would give anything to go back to the days of purity. I'm still trying to pick up the pieces of what's left of me. Can I ever be made whole again? Is there something more left for me? Filthy hands on a filthy man, longing to be clean