Innocent

I am numb.

I sit and think of

All the unspeakable things.

Where did I lose it?

Where did the happy go?

It was beautiful.

I was young.

I was innocent.

Now I am scarred,

Maybe for life.

The nights come

And I am haunted,

Scared of my own skin.

Who I am

Is not

What I did.

Why is it so hard

For that to sink in?

I am trying.

It is never too late.

I am still an innocent.

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