The day he touched me,
was my last true day,
of childhood happiness,
then it became teenage depression,
I was 12, he was 13,
day in and day out,
the nightmares,
the crying,
cold sweats, mood swings,
the day he tried to go all the way,
was the last day he touched me,
never to touch me again,
then I was 14, he was 15,
now I deal,
with the depression,
the crying,
while he's out doing it,
to another girl,
just like me,
same school,
I told this guy about it,
he wanted to tell,
or kill the guy who did this to me,
and I thanked him,
and now I don't suffer alone.