Fresh:

Hold me

I am weak and tired

Speak peace to me

My soul is troubled

My heart is sore

The violation though in the past

It is still fresh

Will I ever forget what he did?

It seems as though the scar won't heal

Young

Seemingly safe

The darkness overtook the light

Will I ever trust again?

To trust is to open this heart

To another betrayal

No, I never will trust

To speak of the nights

My soul trembles

Was I right in what I did?