So gentle and soft,
And light was his touch,
But inside my heart was beating,
Like the pressure was ten times as much.

His kiss was like a whisper,
Barely there upon my face,
But it felt like it was burning,
How could I be so base?

There was heat pulsing in my cheeks,
And pressure on my hips,
My fragile world came crashing down,
I could not handle this.

I could feel my muscles tensing,
But I guess that he could not,
My hands formed my boundary,
He wasn't happy with what he got.

I guess that I was saved then,
By a knock upon my door,
People here at the perfect time
Couldn't have been appreciated more.

The memories are still there,
Barely thought of at this point,
Repressed with pills and razors,
And the all too frequent joint.

I may have scars on my insides,
And too many on my arms,
But I finally escaped the cycle.
It was killing me, self-harm.