Unwanted Memories

Every time I shut my eyes    I can still see his face, Chasing me through the dimly-lit street    gaining on me with every pace. I can feel his arms go around my waist     and I feel my head hit the ground, I try to yell to someone for help   but no one is around. The feeling of the cold knife blade    that sits across my naked chest No matter how hard I struggle to be free,   I tire and have to rest. My opposition is way too strong    and there is nothing that I can do, Someone is violating my personal space   and I don't even know who. Someone I've never seeen before    has taken something from me. Someone has made me hide in shame,     afraid that everyone will be able to see.