They don't tell you how to cope with things.
No one does.
They warn about it.
They say that things like this happen.
They say you should tell someone.
No one does.
You can't tell someone.
You can't tell anyone.
You sit with this in your mind.
Forever.
You sit and fear everything.
You sit hoping to not be touched in that spot.
Because oh my god, that spot.
That spot it enough to cause more silence.
That spot makes you cringe.
It makes you close your eyes.
And that spot brings back all the memories.
The memories you couldn't speak about.
The memories you weren't taught to cope with.
You can't cope with anything.

I don't understand what you mean to me.
Is it friendship?
Is it lust?
You're gone now and I still don't understand.
Was it friendship?
Was it lust?

Sick of fighting but can't give up,
Attention seeking, losing battle,
Ship is sinking, can't give up,
Walls are bowing, falling down,
Sick of trying, can't give up,
Wanting something, not allowed,
Can't give up, Won't give up.

When I was a child I was abused,
Sexually assaulted and used,
I used to think it was my fault,
I hid my pain in my heart, my vault,

The things he did I'll never forget,
The way he forced himself upon me,
Out of sight where no one could see,
Why me? Why did he choose me?

What did I do that was so wrong?
Was it because I was weak and he was strong?
I told him to stop,
But he would not,

When I was ten,
He found he would never touch me again,
I found the strength to fight him off,
It was my victory, his loss,

After that day he was out of my life,
I wish that day I had a knife,
I would of killed him,
This poems to show he didn't win.

At the moment of conception
In the warmth of Mothers womb
Let this be the beginning of my birthplace
Not the ending with my tomb

My life will serve a purpose
I have so much to give
I am not here by random chance
I am a life that want's to live

If there are choices given
What choice is given me
If you were free to choose to win or lose
What choice do you think that'd be

There are those in life who are childless
There are those who can't conceive
To tell the truth they would be begging you
Please just let me be

So at the moment of conception
In the warmth of mothers womb
Please let this be the beginning of my birthplace
Not the ending with my tomb

What on Earth deserves our trust ?
Youth and Beauty both are dust.
Long we gathering are with pain,
What one moment calls again.
Seven years childless, marriage past,
A Son, a son is born at last :
So exactly lim'd and fair.
Full of good Spirits, Meen, and Air,
As a long life promised,
Yet, in less than six weeks dead.
Too promising, too great a mind
In so small room to be confin'd :
Therefore, as fit in Heav'n to dwell,
He quickly broke the Prison shell.
So the subtle Alchimist,
Can't with Hermes Seal resist
The powerful spirit's subtler flight,
But t'will bid him long good night.
And so the Sun if it arise
Half so glorious as his Eyes,
Like this Infant, takes a shrowd,
Buried in a morning Cloud.