My scars

Scars that don't heal......deep dark demons inside that eat you alive as even when you sleep they come alive.
Damaged goods they say cause she's easy prey......you forget it was her innocence that was taken away.
At a young age she fell victim to men that liked her too much......hands in the air if you dare, a game of touch.
She held her feelings inside and just breathed through it all.....like a statue she couldn't even move nor speak to call.
The voices in her head that rang so loud.....the threats and the shame so don't speak aloud.
Helpless with fear she grew a strong numb darkness inside.....as if somehow, somewhere a part of her had died. 
Lost in herself in life, trying to find herself within......detachment became her game of pure sin.
The black widow spider became.....lost in the dark insane.....she ate men alive to release her emotional pain.
She needed the control.....needed to take it back but the shame just brought it with a panic attack.
The dirty feeling brought her too her knees.....scrubbing away to feel some ease.
Spiraling down a shameful track.....her heart becoming a deeper shade of black.
Her scars became more with with the years that went on.....her soul they stripped bare till she felt she didn't belong.
                       
DARK ANGEL