Hear My Voice

They all say I'm the quiet one

Someone's sister, someone's friend

They don't know that there are words to be said.

They don't know about the rape

They don't know about the cuts on my arms

They don't know about the pain.

They don't know about the loneliness.

They don't know about the two dads, but no father.

They don't know about all the people I called my family,

Whose blood are now only half as tied as they used to.

They don't know anything.

But, there are other people out there

With cuts on their arms and bruises on their bodies.

There are other girls who got drunk and lost it all.

Girls with no self respect or self worth.

If only they knew that they are not alone.

They do not have to do this by themselves. 

I have been them, and one day, they can be me.

I will help them and they will help me.

The pain may go away, but the past stays with us.

Haunting our memories for the rest of our existence.

If only they would hear my voice.

If they could listen to the songs I write for them.

If they could hear my voice on that stage, on that radio, in their headphones.

If only they could hear my voice.