Was I *****?
Maybe I wanted it?
That intoxicated girl,
She must have said yes.
But that girl was me.
I did not say yes.

Was I *****?
only a vague memory of the night
But the morning, a vivid reality.
Waking up naked in my bed,
To a strange man walking out my door.
Thanking me for sleeping with him.
But I did not say yes.

Was I *****?
He seemed like a nice guy.
Maybe I fell on the walk home.
That's why there was blood and bruises,
On the most intimate parts of my body.
He did take me back to my room.
But I did not say yes.

Was I *****?
The memories will forever haunt me.
But months of hell and healing,
Have led me to realize:
I did not say yes.

I was *****.

Whatever chains are holding you back, holding you back
don't let them tie you down.
Whatever chains are holding you back, holding you back
tell me you believe in that.

i am cocooned in lies
i am comfortable in this home
i am so warm, so sleepy, so hazy
i weave more lies, more warmth, more comfort
i keep away sharp truth, cruel nettles reaching for my legs

i am nobody
i am a false being, a myth
i am confused in this spider's web
i struggle, but my cocoon does not give
i try so hard, but my cocoon is a straightjacket

i am crying
i am lost in myself
i am lost outside myself
i remember a name but not mine
i remember a person but not myself

who am i?
i lie

It hurts to not fit in,
even if everything else feels alright
because part of me thinks,
"If only I were a little bit cooler, or
hung out with the popular crowd,
if only I wasn't so loud-
then, maybe, things would be different."
I know that's not the truth. It isn't.
(that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt)
(I just think my voice should be allowed)
(Why do some people look at me like I'm dirt?)
(Is it that hard for you to listen and for me to be heard?)

We are the kids in humanity that even with support, friends, and family we still feel like we are  missing something.
We will go all sorts of ways except the right way to find what we are looking for.
We are the kids who*  can't find themselves  living a future.
We are the kids who  don't want to go searching for our selves any more.
We are the kids who got  tired  and  couldn't take  feeling  lonely anymore.
We are  those kids.
We are  **the lost kids.

You close doors shut without walking through them.
How in life do expect to get to the next chapter if all your doing is closing yourself shut in the last one and blocking the door way?