Keeping my dirty little secret

If you knew then what you know now
Maybe this empty space in my heart
Wouldn't feel so cold and hollow
Maybe my eyes wouldn't feel so dry.

Would you help me to understand?
Maybe you'd be proud of me
Would you care for me?
Or would you only feel disgust?

Disgust for this haunted and raped girl
Would you be sickened by me?
Maybe you'd blame me for the way in which
My body was cruely touched and used.

Then again maybe you would be afraid
Frightened that I might brake
Like the cold fragile glass
Which has now become my heart

I'm sorry if I blamed you
Or made you feel ashamed
Of crimes which you never did commit
All for the sake of keeping my dirty little secret