Survivor's Torment

The memories of that night, they haunt me still,
The touch of their hands, the power to thrill.
I was just a child, innocent and pure,
But they took that from me, left me unsure.

I was too young, too naive to know,
That their intentions were not pure, not so.
They said it was my fault, my desire,
But all I felt was the pain, the fire.

Now as an adult, I still can't escape,
The thoughts, the nightmares, the constant ache.
People say it's my fault, my clothes, my face,
But what they don't know, is the pain I face.

Sex, it's all I think about, it's all I know,
But not because I want it, but because of that blow.
They took away my choice, my consent,
And now I'm left with this constant torment.

Therapy they say, will make it all go away,
But how can they heal wounds that never decay?
I'm still learning to love myself, despite the shame,
And I will not let them define me, by their twisted game.

So let me be sexual, let me embrace my desire,
For I am not a whore, I am a survivor.
And though the memories may never fade,
I will rise above, and not let them degrade.