Thirteen Years Old Alone I was walking Down that quiet country road No one there was talking As I carried my load Not a soul was in sight As I made my way home On that cold winter night Daydreaming about Rome I was recently thirteen I had started a new school No one was mean No one person was deemed "cool" Did I look too innocent? Walking cheerfully alone Is that why you went? While I was on my way home It happened so fast I can hardly recall But that moment did last And I felt so small You dumped me on the road When you had got your satisfaction So much heavier then became my load Now I use pills as a distraction You took my short childhood With a smug sinister grin I wept as you dragged me into that wood I was fragile and lost, but you did win Walking home alone On that quiet country road You took my innocence At thirteen years old