Him...

My hand is trembling, so is my head, While I hold that cigarette, thoughts fill me with dread. A man comes closer and tells me to bend, To get a better look•••like I'm a toy he can lend. But I know I can't refuse, 'Cause in the end, it'll turn to abuse. I thought he and I could get along, But I was wrong••••now he just fucks me, then he's gone. I can't think straight, probably 'cause I'm not, Now I feel a knot I wish I forgot. It makes me sick, I want to throw up- He tells me harshly, "Just shut up." So here I am, trapped in this place, Trying to vanish without a trace. I hoop no one can relate....