If God does exist,
Tell me why his hands and touch was nailed into my skin,
Like dirt trapped under a finger nail.
Where you'd scrub and scrub to wash it out,
But it just won't come out.
No no no no, stop stop stop stop,
No plea for a young girl would ever be heard let alone cause for any thing to stop.
If God exists,
Tell me why some times I relive this day over and over,
Wondering if he did this to other girls other than me?
Some times this was the main cause of my suffering and depression,
If anyone knew, I wouldn't be accepted.
So my words became violent knives I used but did not attack anyone with,
No I didn't attack anyone but myself.
Was this all I was worth? Some sexualized tool?
If younger boys could take advantage of me,
Who is to save me from the greater evil of the world?
If God does exist, tell me why he allows ****** assault.
Tell me why he allows for this monster to be engraved in my skin,
Where I can't love without feeling hurt or anxiety?
Cause sometimes I think...
What's the point in living?

Poems if sung,
Have the potential to be lyrics.
You if being yourself,
Have the potential to be loved.
Melodies are melodies,
Doesn't matter what a few people think...
One person out there will love it,
And will love your melody written in your stories.

My heart is like a voice inside my head,
My soul is guided and lost among the dead.
Yet I think I'm alive,
But I breathe like I only just died.

You see im broken,
In my words unspoken.
My world is crashing and burning,
More imperfections I'm only just learning.
I'm still together in a figure,
Just waiting for my mind to mature.

There is truth, lies and the in between,
Because somehow there is always some truth in the lies.
Somehow I feel there's lies behind the truth too though,
And yes I know it gives me too, those butterflies.
In between all those lies and truths,
Either way they hurt.
And each pile upon eachother like a Janga game,
Pulling out one by one avoid that feeling of anxiousness, the burning heat.
In between is the truth and lies themselves,
Without one there is never the other.
With one there is always the other like a toxic relationship,
The in between it's always been there and it'll always be here.
And if you read in between the lines,
You'll see it.

He loves me,
I love him.
Together forever,
Sink or swim.