Dec 2015
I don't know why
it just happens
then I find myself
hiding
wanting to hide my face
turn away
pretend it isn't real
I just let it be
knowing inside
or somewhere
it isn't right
it was never right
yet the pain is there
I don't know why
so many suffer
without speaking
but go on hiding
their shame, their scars
their pain
I know it well
as I've been there
scarred
inside and out
never again
to be whole
Yes
the pain is real
it happens every day
but to let it
is not by choice
it just happens
then I find myself
hiding
wanting to hide my face
turn away
pretend it isn't real
I just let it be
knowing inside
or somewhere
it isn't right
it was never right
yet the pain is there
I don't know why
so many suffer
without speaking
but go on hiding
their shame, their scars
their pain
I know it well
as I've been there
scarred
inside and out
never again
to be whole
Yes
the pain is real
it happens every day
but to let it
is not by choice
The pains of physical or mental abuse
is sad. The person that does it
has no heart, or does he? (she)
It's real. It's out there. I was there once.
It isn't the victim's choice. Nor
was it mine.
is sad. The person that does it
has no heart, or does he? (she)
It's real. It's out there. I was there once.
It isn't the victim's choice. Nor
was it mine.
