that night
as my body was stolen from me
little did he know he
stole much more than that
i have no ability to think to judge to love
he stole my days and my nights
my dreams
my thoughts and my goals
he could not possibly realize how much he stole
when he just
took
a little "piece of ass"
an eye for an eye is how i am thinking
but
no matter what i do to him i will
never
get my soul back
i will never be able to trust
to love
to care about a man in the same way
as i have in the past
no matter how much
i lie to my self
tell my self i am
ok
tell myself i am strong
tell myself i did nothing wrong....
no matter how much i lie
june 5 1998
will always
be the day
my spirit
died
by Jane
Last updated 11th October 1998