What did you do to us poor girls? Who just wanted to live, who were pinned against each other when we only wanted to love.

What did you do to us poor girls? The ghost of your cold hands run through my body and your voice echos through my mind, tarnishing what used to be clean.

What did you do to us poor girls? Leaving us to fend for ourselves and survive on our own.

What did you do to us poor girls? Your words mark me. Your actions cut me. Your presence sears into me.

What did you do to us poor girls for you to walk freely? While I feel the guilt and shame of your actions. Eyes dagger into me, ripping my teeth out and tearing me apart.

What did you do to us?