Nasty Thing
It's such a nasty word
I can't even say it
I don't know why or how
he could even dae it
It felt so wrong
it made me feel dirty
washing myself to feel clean
maybe twenty times or thirty
I felt so used
I felt so bad
when my torment was over
I was glad
Was it my fault?
maybe I was to blame
if I was someone else and not me
would things have been the same?
as my fiance
I thought it was his right
but when it first started
I did try to put up a fight
Words can't expain how I felt
all I could do was cry
leaving me in bed
asking myself why
It's so violent and dirty
that nasty thing called R***
all I wanted to do
was run away to escape
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