Tommy said 6 years, 9 months ago:

I can’t make these words beautiful
because there is no lifetime melancholy for them to have come from.
They are written in shame and anger.
They come from a hole that was dug into me after a night with my friends.

I lost control of my mind, and control was taken from my body.
My morals were stolen and ripped apart.

I would gain and lose focus, just enough to feel disgusted; with myself and with her.
I did what I could do to protect myself.

The next thing I remember was waking up among celebrations and high-fives from my friends.
The midnight-thief had left for work and I have never been the same.
Memories I refused to make now sneak into my mind at night; taunting me, torturing me, making me feel not right.

I will never be the same again.
I will never be the same again.