By him?

A layer of dirt,
each time he touches,
covers my body,
his evil clutches,

can't scrub it off,
it won't go away,
neither will the words,
that he'd always say,

"filthy, dirty, stupid,
you deserve what's done,
don't you dare tell,
I need my fun,"

"i know you want it,
stop swinging your arm,
be quiet it's not doing
you any harm!

It's a punishment,
so don't you dare tell,
or they'll know how your bad,
and ill make your life hell!"

After it happens,
i scrub at my skin,
this wouldn't happen,
if i was pretty or thin!

no matter what,
i still feel like dirt,
don't want it again,
it really did hurt!

forceful hands,
leaning over my bed,
and all those words,
that he said!

Ribs crushing,
under a heavy weight,
each night at ten,
never late!

Hand muffles my cries,
wrists held in the other,
it hurts but i hide it,
beneath my cover.

Then a chill as he,
removes my clothes,
touches every inch,
of the body i loath.

Eyes shut tight,
try to block it out,
but it's so hard,
i just want to shout!

Stand as far away,
from every man,
make sure I've a weapon,
a bat or a pan.

Every time they're behind me,
i get nervous and scared,
he's permanently hurt me,
but he never cared.

breaking
falling
slipping
tripping
out
release
thin
never
free
locked
away
to stay
trapped by him
by him
by him
by him?