Boys Can Be the Victim

I know you think I led you on but still, The wounds you gave me will never heal. Internal gashes left to bleed, Leaving me completely empty. For what you took cannot be repaid, And now I am in need of extra aid. The dead of night, half asleep, Your hand slips under my covers, making me weak. You told everyone that I said yes, When I never would have agreed to this. I no longer have my virginity to give to my wife, You got what you wanted; now get out of my life. I can’t tell my parents, they have enough on their minds, This field of recovery is littered with landmines. Fuck you Nick, I hope you choke, Because you abused me, I am broke.