All the Hurtful Ones

'Twas once upon a midnight moon When struck with terror and grief was I, He was disguised in lust and made me swoon; I wanted to leave but I stayed through the nigh'. Little sense did I have fore rapt in awe. I searched for truth and continued to try To gather facts to make sense of it all So I couldn't see I was used for supply. You see, this man fed on the passion and life Inside of my little girl soul. His words were lovely, then cut like a knife. So I fell down the mountain after taking a stroll. His lies felt like rain rusting my poor heart. I was broken for many years after. Now from that man, I am glad to be apart; Relinquishing my life and my laughter.