The monster of my past

I remember his face, he exists in my nightmares
I remember his voice, it frightens me when I'm alone
I remember his hands, sliding down my clothes
I still cry silently, but no one knows why, no one cares
How could I protect myself? I was so young and innocent.
He made me trust in him, my mother forced me as well.
But then she left me alone with him, and I wasn't aware.
Why did he do it? Why did she took so long to notice?
When I close my eyes, it all turns red and black again.
Eight years have passed since the first time he did it.
And I still cry because in my nightmares I can't fight.
He does the same again and again, I just can't stop it.
He destroyed that little part of me, my innocence.
And I still fear that he will return one day to do the same.
I still can't fight him, I'm still fragile and defenseless.
And now I'm scared of anyone else, wondering who will be the next.

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