It's okay to **** myself, memories will fade away.
I know why I hurt, it's because I choose to stay.
I thought that things might get better,
That you would stop hurting me.
But now I am 16 years old,
And when I look in the mirror there is no beauty that I see.
***** for 9 years and you said I was okay.
Now you are in prison forever,
and my feelings I cannot convey.
You were my cousin which makes it harder,
I have you kicked out of my family tree.
The hardest part of it all though,
is that at times I wish it were me.