TW: Sexual abuse, self harm

I want to take sandpaper
And saw off my skin
In the places he touched
In the places he's been

I want it all gone
Every trace of his hand
Every feel of his lips
Every mark of his brand

I can take it all off
If I cut hard enough
If I dig deeper still
If I leave my flesh rough

But despite my attempts
I'm left having to know
No matter my cuts
He will always regrow