A victim becomes violated
Does not matter how
It feels like every room in their
house has been broken into
We pay too much attention to
Who did this or even why
Passing blame on this or that
We lose focus...
We forget about that person
Living inside the house

Here I Lie.
In my life.
On these words.
In these pages.
In this book I have created.
Turn me upside down and throw me on the ground.
I'm still here, I'm still breathing, and I'm still living.
I'm not happy, I'm not sad, I'm not mad, I'm not glad.
I'm everything and nothing, deep inside.
I'm empty but full.
Just half and half.

Here I Lie, Here I Lie.
That's me when I die.
But when will I die? And when will I strive?
And only God knows when I'll drown under the tide.
If you're here, and you bothered to read.
Thank you.
Thank you dearly, for listening to my words in your own voice.
And because reading this was your choice.