I always thought that it was okay,
what you did to me.
I thought that's what they all did.
It wasn't until Year 8
that I realised it wasn't right,
it was wrong.
Very wrong.
The saga of my best friend's
first boyfriend
was all too familiar to me,
although I didn't know why.
You’re in prison now,
for something else-murder, I think.
No-one knows what you did to me.
They won’t find out unless you tell them.
I want to run away from you, but
I can’t hide, because I know
You’ll find me, wherever I go,
when you get out.
Then the nightmare will begin again.