I can't stand it anymore. 3 years ago, you touched me, forced me to do things, wouldn't stop, pinned me down as I cried. You did that to me for a year. A whole year. Now the kids at school ask me for nudes, touch me when they shouldn't, and all I think of is you.
I can't get you out of my mind, I cry every night. At a football game a kid kept touching my shoulders. It was my shoulders. Just my shoulders, but because of you, I panicked. I shook. I couldn't control myself.
You've made me hate myself, made me hate my body. I'm ugly. I'm an object.