Secrets we keep.
I lay my head in the brokenness of my bed
To sit it and ponder all of the issues I see
The tattered bruised and destroyed being I call me
Stand me up against the problems I face
Just to watch myself fall flat on my fate
Look at me cry the tears of my depression
Fighting for freedom against the owner of my oppression
He took away a big piece of me
Traded it for scars that will never be seen
They ask for stories from a broken little girl
About how she lost the bounce in her beautiful curls
He opens her legs and forces himself in
Ignoring her pleads for no more before he begins
She remembers the day he took her innocence
Now she lives in fear everyday because of this
Somedays get easier but their still not great
She'll always have the memories of the times she was raped
The girl with the curls cannot speak
She fears he'll come back and render her weak
She writes it all down but will never share her stories
Her dreams, her nightmares, but mostly her worries
Yes it's all wrong but since then she's moved on
She's found love and happiness
But never trust and forgiveness
Lately it's gotten worse but no one will ever understand
The lies she told to hide the pain inflicted by this man
Everyone sees there is something going on
But she tells them she's fine there is nothing wrong
Really inside she's fighting a monster
A war made to keep the stress from consuming her
In the end she says she can handle it all on her own
But in real life she really can't take this she's all alone
The next day she gets high to diminish the pain
Now bowing her head lower because she feels ashamed
Can't focus in class because of the drugs she'd taken
So instead she writes to herself about the problems she's facing
As she rights she reminisces on the reasoning behind her decision
Next she cried to herself again about the sex without permission
Now is the time to let it all out
About the times she screamed but still yelled ouch!
Each time was different some more rough than the next
This young little girl still can't erase the sex
Wanting to run away from it, all her biggest fear
But she never looks back and lives to see another year
Look at her wrist you might see scars of rememberence
Slices and cuts to help her see the way out of this
She's tired of the tears and the sounds from that day
Her friends not knowing just keep telling her to pray
Then she gets angry and she questions her faith
She asked them where was this god on that date
Where was he at when the man was there
Oh yeah that's right it's obvious to her he doesn't care
They tell her to pray but that won't take it all away
It's too late now because she still sees him everyday
They wonder why she is so mean and savage
But get to know her and you'll see it's just the baggage
Question her fate and you will see the only thing she is hiding is that she is me.
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