what I do?

when he touched me, that was it, I lost all my will to live. he took, and took, but there was nothing for me to give. when I woke he was there, that sick grin on his face, he was so proud. he had helped himself, like I was some kind of buffet, didn't ask-just waited till I fell asleep. the smooth talking made me sick, but everyone was believing it, I stayed quiet. that rat bastard got away with it, but I'm safe now, need to let it go I guess.