Some day...
Location
Every Friday and Saturday
You go and drink
You go and dance
You go and loose your mind
Being far from home
Far from rules
Far from reality
Far from truth
In college you make new friends
Friends you hardly know
Friends you party with
Friends at face value
One night you drink too much
Way too much
Way too fast
Way too far from people you can trust
You black out after many drinks
Blurred lights
Blurred faces
Blurred hours
And the worst thing imaginable happens
WAKE UP BEING VIOLATED
BEG HIM TO STOP
NO ONE TO HELP
PASS OUT COLD
forget for a while
pretend it didn't happen
hide from the truth
sleep all day
sleep all night
tell no one
depression
worthlessness
hatred
contempt
deadness
blackness
you meet someone new
he likes you
he cares about you
he knows you've been hurt
He helps you to realize that not all is lost
Your life isn't over
Your life can improve
Your life can benefit from this
hard times
come and go
depression
Medication
"It is not your fault"
You know you shouldn't think it was
You hear it all the time
You cannot get that through your head
Recovery from the trauma seems possible
But you know it will be hard
But you know it will take time
But you sometimes lose the strength
You know you will be okay
And make a difference in this world
And help other women who have suffered
And learn to love yourself
And know it's not your fault... some day...