I was once a born child;
A very fragile gem.
I glimmered in the sun,
And the sun
           Never
                left...

I started walking around,
In some sort of a circle.
Kicking pearls around my feet,
Free as they were,
As the sun had
              Never
                   set...

The clouds would still somehow darken,
And I had felt quite alone.
I always had this lock on my door;
So strangers could
                  Never
                       enter...

But one day,
This mysterious soul
Had owned his own Skeleton Key.
He loosened the lock,
It took time though,
But I am guessing he had
                        Never
                             knocked...

He come from behind,
His voice lied near my neck,
But behind my face.
His voice;
A whisper.
But his words where
                   Never
                        true...

He laid my first kiss,
And spoke words of such promise.
I ended up falling;
Believing,
In things that were mearly fantasies,
As for they
           Never
                came true...

He seemed to have taken my hand,
As if he were to wisk me away.
I was his princess,
He said,
But I would have
                Never
                     made a Princess Di...

His hand then curresed me.
His fingers lowered down,
Then up.
"Please?"
He says.
His voice is light,
I cannot deny the feeling I am getting.
I was so young,
Compared to him.
Did not want this though,
And yet,
I did.
I have
      Never 
           heard such tempting words of his...

I fell into,
This aweful coma.
One I could not get out of,
For I did not want to leave this creation
He had created for me.
But he was still mearly a simple dream.
He was
      Never
           real...

My body was now covered with his fingerprints.
I felt as if I could finally trust.
"He was different"
I was thinking.
I had
     Never
          stopped to think...

He told me he loved me,
I had promised myself I wouldn't believe him.
But I was young,
Naive,
I did not know too much.
I
 Never
      had the experience...

He said i was beautiful,
His only one...
...But he broke my heart,
One too many times before.
I will
      Never
           be able to surpass the beauty of "them..."

Torn into two,
As my flesh felt opened,
And cut up.
Too emotional I was,
But he was too busy getting high.
He was
      Never
           there...

I then felt more like a mistress,
Than a girlfriend.
It was all for the rush,
For the moment.
I
 Never
      meant more than that...

Now he's with someone else,
an older girl.
He always dates older people,
Except me...
For I sold myself,
To a guy who did not ever really care.
All those times together,
Meant nothing...
...I was just a used toy,
That he
       Never
            wants to play with again...

Sad thing is,
I learned to like it.
The way he touched me,
And the things he said.
I wanted to be lied to again.
But he left without notice,
The sun had then
                Never 
                     came back out again...

The pearls were now rough marbles,
And the gems were broken on the floor.
I almost took my last breath.
He walked away even as he had known this fate.
But i decided
             Never
                  to walk in his circle again...

But problem is,
I am now weakened.
Cannot eat or drink right,
Breathe or talk right.
I am a
      Slut
          because of what I did.
And people say that that is not true.
But look at me!
I just
      Never
           knew...

Now I look into the mirror,
Can never look at my body again.
I feel so wrong,
so dirty!
I Have
      Never
           Felt
               So


                                                   VIOLATED.